Politics (My View) - Poem by Alex David
The holes in the world it chews,
its roots within our grave.
Probes in the dark muck,
the beast is happy for the scared.
A mighty engine of a billion souls
driving atrocities to its fame.
Allows, of course its genocide
none to stop this (murder and) pain.
Goodbye to all that silly talk.
Each to play your dubious game,
with lyings tongues and viscious thought.
Flags of freedom put to shame.
In times past and now forgotten.
How relentless, we have been?
Our days are numbered, take thy rest.
we all will perish when it's time.
but cease its victim to hold on to
our gift for the mortals, to all come by.
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