So struck are some some people with power that they completely let go of their consciousness,
They cry and pretend they are just,
But hidden behind those nationalist masks ,
Are monstrous beings in creation,
And the boy who let go of his life,
Losing all hopes and dreams,
Engulfed in his despair?
They tear and turn his words,
They undermine his pain,
All the glory he onced gained,
These monsters smoother their way into the top and higher,
They let go of their consciousness but not desire.
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Dance like the sun, sing like the moon
Poesía"No enjoyment and not sorrow is our destined end or way, But to act that each tomorrow can find us further than today."- A psalm of life collaborative collection of peoples thoughts and lifes My first book on wattpad Started on 27/01/2020
