The sky brightens,
And river weeps,
The feud of intellect,
Drips down,
The plumes of egos rise,
Fly up the sky,
The echoes,
Of falsehood,
Surrounded,
Round and around,
The huge escape,
In the alleys,
Of dungeons,
These skies merge,
Its now,
The power politics,
Of me and you,
Prejudice and bias,
Of whom to choose,
The waves continue,
To attack the rocks,
The deep laid thoughts,
It continues,
It's the war,
Silent he cries,
When no one's near,
Making each tear count,
This is power politics,
Whom to choose,
Neither the waves stop,
Nor do the stoned ones...
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