Time-Slice Poem by Manonton Dalan

Time-Slice



so many tears have fallen
so much blood been lost
yet we keep on harping
cheerleading to their demise
so cruel, they don't know
they march to world's whim

where is independent mind
is it hidden under piece of gold
did we turn into walking ducks
vocalizing with same crescendo
spare yourself world begs you
get off, please get out from fold

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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