Any more courage frees the mind from the mayhem
Of the utter losses, minds are afraid of heartening wigs
Worn by doubters and dwellers so hurtling and fetching.
A courage in the head relies on loves and likes,
Atoms retaliate so wildly to remove a droid from automatic
Hatred, the wearing of hats destroys all delight.
Joys and heroes are lost to the bowls of wind
Scoring a victory on the maternal way of losing,
Fathers must be majestic like honour and justice.
Friends and greedy helpers frustrate the hurts
Of mindless words so designed to matter and murder
In their innocent trends, the loves of a peace are again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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