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Feb 2022
Equation simple
do what the mob says
or be classed as a traitor
what choice has a conflicted
but to hope in hammer and sickle
even when every pores screams No No
longing and guilt is masked by esprit de corps
when the mind is blinded fallen tears are unseen
the cage with no bars cradle heartaches with gainsays
sadness is hidden in the tricolour before the masters calls
in wrong is the right to belong to the wrong pretending right
a sacrifice forced in homage to foolishness and small blind mice
hail heart pangs despair an pain and farewell to the dawn of promise
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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