The chair over there,
That chair!
Everyone's dream and everyone's aim, my dear!
Despairs and shouts of breakdowns,
disapproval frowns,
All unseen
When we're bound for majesty's grace and glory.
My right of being, unclaimed and sometimes even blamed.
Nothingness is branded.
Brokenness is grounded.
Hopefulness is stranded .
That's their aim !
Make the journey harder,
Bully and hurt louder,
Show up and say « i'm a victorious fighter!
Came up here with no intention to leave,
You outsider!
I'm the game's winner and decider ! »
This poem is mostly about dictators and dictatorships all over the world. I once read: « politicians are like sperms, one among billions turns to be human ». It's really sad to see millions of people suffering from wars because of reckless decisions which aim for nothing but benefiting the few who had taken them.
I don't like politics.
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