Wrath upon disgust arrives
when cowards dare not to fight
yet when confrontations are stronger
than might and strength,
surrender is the option of the wise;
Kerosene Lamps replaced by street lights
to brighten the night fall, the boulevards,
how difficult can any task be
if pettier conveniences are not discarded
to greater advancements and realities.
If to therapy yields cancer cells
how could anyone ever resist cure?
If to another religion
I have to orbit my faith
I would rather do it, accept it
for my own safety, others safety
and for the safety of my own country.
I would wait back and compromise to it
to reality, to new faith,
I would never flee.
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