Walls crop up, from time to time
Whenever a brash leader of a nation
Trumpets flawed false notion,
Or a zealot sows the seeds of hatred.
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The poem is a witty reflection on the rules of tyranny. An insightful piece set aside for honest contemplation. Thanks for sharing Murali.
Yes very true you always have walls of no end yet the very end of development
A sublime start with a nice poem, Murali. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.