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Feb 2013
...Three days without food, his reasons started to deviate from his sanity. All he wanted was to taste what they reaped and a little mercy. But the drought seems to linger on their tables while the masters get drunk in the rain...

...Third world
under the feet of great men
they smile
when they cry
and worse
when they laugh...

...The taste of earth didn't satisfy the hunger. This was not the land that his mother used to tell him. It couldn't be. The story was filled with hopes and dreams. Perhaps she was wrong...

...Succumbed into fear
of losing the gold
over the fields
they mock
hope
so poor man will believe...

...A dawn of the last breath will soon come to pass. He'll never understand the equilibrium in the middle of balance. But one thing's for sure, there will never be a day that his sons will ever see equality amongst men...

...They saw
the harvest was good
and what's good
is bad for the noble
Power is the root
of the greed
Control is
everything...
Mek
Jul09
Mek and the Infinite Madness
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Mek and the Infinite Madness  Under my bed...
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