Cynthia Buhain-baello Poems

This World Is A Prism

I am really getting tired of this,
History replayed over again.
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WAKE UP TIME

To condemn those who embrace evil
Is the duty of each one of us.
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Stockholm London Manchester Paris Berlin Nice

I am an admitted dreamer
In my youth, I had hoped to see
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Just like sunrise and sunset,
Is our time, life, and sure death.
One faces the other from birth,
The set departure from this earth.
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I do not believe out of fear,
That would never have worked on me.
But my search was very clear
And I found God Almighty.
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Are you afraid of death? I'm not.
For life is but a breath, it goes.
Decay conquers all matter, it's lot
Time is not ours, as everyone knows.
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Things that stop my writing are man-made,
Like the loss of power and stuff.
But my words are stored where these can't invade
In there, I have power enough.
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A flawed democracy exists
When laws are mere words on paper.
When tyrants use an iron fist
A flawed democracy exists.
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An ungrateful man will always whine and complain,
His mind is but a recorder rewinding the past.
He will curse his country because blame is his game,
Makes demands on everyone but never works as he must.
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Conceit looks at self in magnified ways,
Imagined superiority over nothing.
Arrogant and vain, its reason in disarray
Stands on a pedestal but is shaking.
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