Stop It! – Poem

Stop your little so-called justness game

Oh great heroes of vanity being fame

Playing with the human body and soul

Feeling in their bloody game so cool!

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Throughout the old backward years

People struggled for shelters from fears

From cold nights and heat for survival

Not for greed, hunger was their only rival.

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Now, headings gave your names a shine

Yet your human sense is but in decline

In your modern age it does not really fit

Nor should it more be given any credit.

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Hang on, time won’t stay dumb any longer

It will record silence once torn by thunder

When the blind ones get their acute sight

When they all march, shout, it will write.

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Time will, no doubt, weigh ballet and stone

And how many people are dearly gone

That death itself no more wants or enjoys

For human souls aren’t and won’t be toys

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Then time will give its fairly, final verdict

Even your smart brains cannot predict:

A white pigeon is far from being a crow

Nor is a deadly rifle a fruitful olive bough.

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A sweet home isn’t either an icy dark tomb

A nursery song is not a scary wailing bomb.

Now, the game’s over, hence stop the fight!

Damn the fake heroes, life is a true-blue right!