All hail the happiest people of Earth!
All the pain must loose it's depth.
Our fragile heart, strong as diamonds.
We're soldiers lost in battle, now clowns
Of ourselves on social media status.
Winter comes and The Lord made fall the snowflakes:
We burn The Earth to catch wandering cinders.
We are the prey; we are the predators!
We are life; we are death!
All hail the happiest people of Earth!
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Soiled
PoetryWe know what our leaders are. The question is do we know ourselves? We lack the courage to stand up to the bad governance so we pour our anguish on fellow citizens who might have been caught in an act you found yourself in just yesterday.
