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Feb 27

You heard the man
He was telling a lie
But it felt harmless;
so you had let it fly

Into the web
of nameless, faceless arachnids
who chewed it up
and spewed out in typeset

With no recourse,
it spread across the threads
As they kept on spinning
their yarn of hate

It grew with ancient tales
of temples broken, villages burned
And threats of history repeating itself
unless all debate was adjourned

Till a house of cards it was no more -
but a fortress you couldn't move
For you had by then forgotten
what used to be the truth

Publishing back again on HP after a long time, hope this is enjoyable.
Written by
chitragupta  25/M/India
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