That in the end
it is the good that triumphs
over evil,
in the class, you disagreed
and you call it mere theory,
outside, the storm has prevailed
waters rise into a flood
tsunami is coming and the rest of
humanity scamper for safety,
the rich still continues with their
luxurious lifestyles,
the party is not over yet,
your jaw gives a rebellious gritting
of teeth
your poems multiply like a virus
meanwhile...
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