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It's a New World

It's a New World Cars fly in the atmosphere Like kites being flown by carefree kids Homes crumble down to shreds Like mud castles being hit by the rain Life gets washed away into the seas Like soft sand grains from the sea shore Earnest elite men and women in white coats Will name as tornado, tsunami, earthquakes Scary names they are Imaging dragons and Dracula But it is a natural disaster It is the universe's fault That no man can be blamed for Some people live with their loses Find solace in the life they at least have left Though, sadly, most never do They wish they were never spared For they are nothing with the nothingness spared It's a new world Now welcome the insensible fault of nature Pssshhh! A silver vessel flies to the North Zssshhh! A furious retaliative one trajects Bzshhhh! They both hit on either sides And the rest becomes history Secure in their protected fortresses Safe in company of their families Content with their actions Two men from either sides Too full of their selfish and narcissistic egos And yet voted by the perishing masses into power They watch their doings From their fancy televisions Like it were an ugly action movie scene Or a space Sci-fi video game While everything burns down And life turns to death Toils taken to graves Children screaming Parents crying Dreams shattering Blood spilling Sirens wailing Doctors yelling Pulses feebling Breaths fading It is selfish world Where survival is only for the egocentric And the innocent civilians live every day In fear it were their last As the media discuss the looming of a war Now tyrants are bigger than their voters And men's suits are too expensive To sit down for negotiations Rulers' hands too sterile to shake in peace But their autocratic mouths so easy At declaring and perpetrating war Oh, how presidential! Mongi C. Nkabindze
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Written by
The_1_swazi_gambler
23 / M / Swaziland
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Written by
The_1_swazi_gambler
23 / M / Swaziland
Published
Jan 29, 2018
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68·320
Notes

We read from newspapers about a possible looming war between two great countries. I haven't done my research, but I just had these thoughts rushing through my mind. So I penned them down, in no careful manner

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#war#cry#masses#presidential#peace#tyrants#selfish#egos
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