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Feb 19
I was born under the dictatorship of the proletariat
I grew up in a patriotic nationalist emulation
And as an adult I learned what original democracy means
I would like to grow old beautifully, naturally, without ideologies and wars
But I might die waiting for a solemn utopian peace
because there is no place left on Earth
where hatred does not sprout

maybe the earth will not die because of fungus after all
maybe the sky will still rain from water clouds
maybe cosmic radiation will stop in Van Halen belts
and will not bloom from human stupidity
so that our children's children
can also enjoy by the sky
the air, the rain
of sun
Written by
macovei  66/M/RomΓ’nia
(66/M/RomΓ’nia)   
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     Cassian
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