A word can hold the power of the world,
But its also powerless having no sentiment.
A freedom that is yet to be experienced,
But still people live in delusion of privilege.
A struggle of capability in regal might,
Draped in blood and soaked in sins.
Cradle of ancient songs drained their value,
Destiny of the past is an unforeseen sight.
A part of you and a part of me,
Reign those who lost over time.
A desire to return in a world of silence,
Where no stories shares, no truth unfolds.

© Ira
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