(PRIAM PEARE)

Antipathy sawn upon thy visage,
Shackled in violent phrase;
For thy identity disqualified masterpiece.
“I'm a peasant in society.”

(AURELIA BORÉALIS)

Deprived to let liberty roam on their entirety,
Diminishments were bestowed upon them by the sky and galaxies,
Intoxication of their hypocricy killed their dignity,
Lifeless and despaired—still awaits for the longed equality.