* The fright that hit the cities at night were children sleep forever the situation never get's better, burned letters parent's weep because burying a child is deep.
* We've Split the land for profit blinded by rage embraced nothing but hate a battle of propaganda the cravings for power the face of conquest for destruction.
* is this what we need? To kill our people for greed the politics of jealousy and envy which makes our soul bleed, what's the purpose of war when our minds are cloudy and about to fall facetious politicians feasting on blood. The joy of misery, the veil pain a triballistic attide of pride fuelled with emotions, pictures and images that we worship as sacred pilgrimages the quest for change yet nothing's changed people disempowered and disengaged all we know is war, all we know is war therefore we're intellectually poor.
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PoesíaMy inner thoughts : poverty and politics due to the casualty of war lost love that was once found but now lost
