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Hope in Anarchy
If I should tell this one day;
all what we have to tell someday.
What use is it, when hands is washed and lay to the ground again?
A state where everything craze,
hiding under the umbrella of democracy.
A state where voices scattered overboard,
hiding under the shore of one boat
A state of no comfort zone to hold.
a state of "manocrazy", where dog chop dog.
perhaps rain don't fall in one roof ,
but not all over the globe at same time.
A state which trade greediness over it's subjects,
of what good it is to celebrate?
of which memories was it to be remembered?
That patriots has been lost long time ago, ever since so help me God added to it.
A state which currency has no value,
where hope of it's citizens are left in Anarchy.
© Chinu Shedrach Eli Edwin
all what we have to tell someday.
What use is it, when hands is washed and lay to the ground again?
A state where everything craze,
hiding under the umbrella of democracy.
A state where voices scattered overboard,
hiding under the shore of one boat
A state of no comfort zone to hold.
a state of "manocrazy", where dog chop dog.
perhaps rain don't fall in one roof ,
but not all over the globe at same time.
A state which trade greediness over it's subjects,
of what good it is to celebrate?
of which memories was it to be remembered?
That patriots has been lost long time ago, ever since so help me God added to it.
A state which currency has no value,
where hope of it's citizens are left in Anarchy.
© Chinu Shedrach Eli Edwin
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