In the ocean of life,
the ascendant strife,
riles and governs,
in the afterlife.
Piles of rubble,
a man underneath,
imperturbable.
The soil his sheath.
-APOPHIS
Buried
Feb 12, 2020
In a democracy, people refuse to voice out their opinions. Thus their land turns grey. In the end, the democracy once believed in, becomes an illusion.
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<All poems are thought of and written by me.>
Under Public Domain.
Feel free to use them,
but do reference my name.
(Disclaimer: Not really in public domain. All poetry can only be referenced under all non-profit situations without any form of plagiarism.)
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