What can we equate human errors
made in tumultuous vanity quest
in cold imperialistic reign of terrors
to forestall human authority foist?
what reparable atonement relives
ageless traumas in ceaseless pool
wallow nightmares now believes
than to be pitied and made a fool?
roll your sack clothes and forge
cast them into oblivion in hope
overcome obscurity of scourge
calm waters no sailors can cope
bold steps of new political will
like the phoenix rises from dust
gusts to turn the progress wheel
thrive no strife eke from the crust.
Written by
Dela Bobobee©
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