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Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!

Rating: 3.2

You sullen pig of a man
you force me into the mud
with your stinking ash-cart!

Brother!
-if we were rich
we'd stick our chests out
and hold our heads high!

It is dreams that have destroyed us.

There is no more pride
in horses or in rein holding.
We sit hunched together brooding
our fate.

Well-
all things turn bitter in the end
whether you choose the right or
the left way
and-
dreams are not a bad thing.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose Marie Juan-austin 20 October 2021

A powerful and incisive write. Very moving.

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Kenneth Maswabi 20 October 2021

Most beautifully composed and displayed, excellent work dear Poet

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Sylvia Frances Chan 20 October 2021

Indeed, dreams are not a bad thing, brilliant poem and so positive in the concluding line 5 Stars fullest. Congratulations on The Classic Poem Of The Day

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