Out Of The Stream Poem by Ryan Alchakaki

Storm inside the world and say
How it becomes unjust
How it detours freedom today.
A human (is a human) is a human,
And dare not to trail their souls away.
.
No meaning but ...
demeaning in the weekend march
Sin and despicably gross.
Must it go; must it go?!
Humiliating.
.
The stream of the American life soon
Inside be engulfed with shame and more.
A leader who cared; a fellow American
Or a train of disgrace and a dump.
.
Push them down to their graves
Lead them around towards:
HELL.
Make earth's crust shine to tell.
.
Tears of ascending angels shed
Like tropical drops of rain
And they weep
And they grieve of pain
From humiliation degrading
The soul and humanity affairs.
.
Give freedom to the free
They shall awake
Prosperous
In the dawn of reproduction line of life.
.
With arms folded as standing astride
Redemption of goodness crawls
Disabled and dismounts,
And outburst of evil and affliction
Breed well in heaps:
An ailing soul is no nature's order to comfort.
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Shall human rights assume the most sordid rank
Not in human nor the despicable Kingdom of norms;
Shall they be the downers for you and me;
Shall they prevail as they reek?
Ask the capitol
It should know how to dare
When to stop
(How awful).
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A prayer for wisdom; its question
The world shall as usual watch
Is this a second turning point
Or a return of the prehistory?
Let it be not and nor.
Daily lives may see no conflict,
With time principles again hurt
Standards exclaim and roar (sin's pour)
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May the world see by the dome of freedom
An assembly man and man in hand and ....
Woman and woman,
With evil demon (are they a human race?)
.
You say you support, you are
You say you are, you are
Turn away silently, are you not
Say no do no
And in harmony with nature you blend
.
Its the coarse of humans
Its the destiny at large
Things may change
Things may reappear
But all in all
Some things stay
Or should remain the same
With or without the power of yours.
.
As the purpose of being ...
commences in diminishing
Clouds of vagueness appear
In the rooms of going ahead
In the gloms of the day
And the darkness of the nights:
(Days blend not, nights blend not)
.
When a night sticks to a night
When a day sticks to a day
Its a structure of 'blues' in the cosmos
Its a transparent sphere to demean
Where not meaning to conquer
To live for or redeem.
.
Human rights are rights to honor humans
To advance to create and insure happiness
In the right (not wrong) path
For guidance and travel.
They posses power to change
To better not to worsen;
So why should all listen.
Is it strange or ..
is it the 'political disease' in the soul?