I've toured to the capital city of love and back,
It's a place of inconceivable hope, peace and comfort.
The city walls were embellished with graceful colours of love,
Trees beautified with seeds of care, affection, and comprehension.
As I explored the beady boulevards,
I saw the tunnel along faithful avenue,
It was said to be the shortcut to the neighboring country, hatred.
An enclosed city of disfavour, hard feelings and hate.
A place where hatred is love and love is hatred.
For to love is hate and to hate is love.
It was a place of lies and deceit,
For the city was built upon lies.
It had dishonesty and untrustworthy emboldened on the city gates,
And the penalty for faithfulness is a lifetime depression.
© GrEaTnEsS 🦁
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