Happy New-Year Poem by Madrason .
Happy New-Year
The despair on
the faces of the heroes
which were always there
bleek focus, dim torches
masks have taken place
for liveliness
Oh God what we miss
for others is a bliss
animals in eighty-four
another whore
next neighbours door
voted for labour
love for free
such destiny
for those forelorn
the newborn cries
- in need of food -
as if it were
afraid
of truth
something warm
or something
good! M
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