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A Prisoners Thoughts

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A Prisoners Thoughts Listening to the warden, Days passing by with silence at its golden. Talking about being tethered, About how none cares about the caged bird's feather. Agreeing to disagree, Does not make a person free. Being forced to be in a cage, Is like a curse cast by a mage. Seeing our own life and other's rot, Seeing what we deserved and got, Breaks the soul of the commonwealth. This makes people writhe in their on filth. We will always be toads, In comparison to the demons that walk our roads, Even if we are engulfed by death, they shall return, They will guffaw and dance with our urn.

A Moonless Night

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A Moonless Night Another hectic day, Filled with sadness and dismay. All I want is some peace and calm, With no more work or harm. A night filled with emotion, That spins the wheel of joy, Deepening the ocean of tranquility, A night without the wave of panic. A night without the tides of spadework. A night without the currents of corruption. A night without the sound of the vulture. A night with loved ones, A night that leads to a beautiful day, Gifted with the songs of the nightingale, A moonless night is what I crave! It is the only way to avoid misery's cave, A night gifted with sleep, That resonates for long and is deep. It offers the sight of freedom, And the most peaceful of sounds, It is the only escape from death's leap.  

Our End-Coronavirus

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Our End-Coronavirus Trapped in this place called home, With nothing but the aura of our own. The future is sad and bleak, With our chance of survival very weak. The flow of the universe is not altruistic, It clouds man's mind with illusions both bleak and mystic. The poor have no place but open land, United we fall, divided we stand. But death has proved once again to be a good teacher, Showing man that they are creature's of mortal misfeature. Death is the only thing people listen to, When death usually comes, he takes people two and two. But this time death has come like a wave, Showing man to his dark cave. The cave is the place where no one talks, It is the place where the sun sails and the moon walks.

A Glimpse of Our Future

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A Glimpse of Our Bleak Future "The once heavenly land called Earth, now houses wrath!" Says the lone, wise gnat. It dwells in our future, This sad little creature of mortal misfeature. "The earth has no living being, Long ago it was thriving. The earth now is like a rested broth, Still and useless like a sloth." "Envy bites, but does not swallow, Earth is now completely hollow. Pride in its beauty, it once had, It was like a knight in iron clad." "Gluttony of its beings have caused this! Earth was slayed with the spear of ignorance's bliss. The being's mind is another story, One scary and gory." "Their mind has no emotion For this commotion. Happiness and wit in the mind of the educated and hick, Are replaced with gluttony and a skull very thick." "Their mind is like an oasis of gluttony, The vast dunes blow winds of indignity. The earth continues to uncontrollably hurl, Making man into a surly churl." "The en

A Long Lost Mother to a Daughter

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A Long Lost Mother to a Daughter O, child of mine, Hear the beautiful voice of the wind chime. My beautiful daughter how much you how have grown, There is so much about you I have not known. But my advice you should heed, When I tell you that I come at the time of your need. Daughter mine, please do not weep, For I shall help you obtain what you seek.

Independence

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Independence What sweet taste is this? Ah! It’s the taste of freedom’s bliss, How we fought, to shape our thought. This, with a major price, we have bought. The arrogance of the white man, He claims he has a burden, A burden to educate, But it is simply fake, The greatest enemy of knowledge, Is not ignorance, It is the illusion of knowledge. This was what formed the black man’s burden We chased them out, That’s how our country grew, First it was a dying seedling, And now it is a sprout, A breeze of justice this country now blew, Scars of misfeature were now healing. Yet never forgotten, This blood thirst helped shape our country, Happiness was now is bales People started again their jovial talks, For this became the land where the sun sails, And the moon walks!