Just Five Minutes
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The reporting press
Just seem to oppress
Leading to a deliberate mess
Faith and trust
Write the characters in the dust
Even the Pharaoh of Cairo,
perish one day must
Tyranny layered in crushing piles
A kind king for the world
and a despot in disguise
The delta of sorrows
birthed a revolution
and they must rise,
And so she did,
They came knocking at her door,
Just to talk her for five minutes
and nothing more
Straddling pain and hope
she began to weep,
As they took away
ten years of her life in a sweep
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