folly
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Hunting in exotic lands
Today we made an encounter
To never go home she cheerfully vowed
To never ever think of her childrens arthirstness
To deprive them life and never send anything
She stands a witness to history's changes
And winces at corrupted exchanges
The howls of her children burn her ears
As liberty bursts into tears
Unable to fight back; unable to save
Alas; woe to my eyes--
Let them not see.
The object of my affection
Cares not of me.
With what westward fancy froze
Amongst the lengthy lines of prose
But what did perchance arose
But a rose?
A rose so sweet with yonder yore
Fraught with flights of fancy & more
There is always a balanced
A pretender A giver A fighter A lover
Certainly Uncertain
The paradox of a forgotten tomorrow and
a foretold yesterday
Can’t exude the pain, the relapse or fear
Along a lost dream,
He grieves the loss of reality.
And feigns forgiveness to the dry bones
Of humanity. Society and it’s pillars
Hierarchy of wisdom and folly:
The child, the woman, the man.
