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#worldorder
There isn't much organization in this newfound structure The world is misplaced out of its regular orbit. Sun shines a little less, stars are hidden behind clouds. My depth perception is perplexed when stepping foot outside. Intensity blinds my field of vision with saturated apricot Eyelids squeezing trying to bare the unfamiliarity. Forced inside for over four weeks, Air is danger, people a risk. Unable to roam the streets without protection Sneeze or cough get berated. Immunodeficient deserve to be taken seriously Those at risk aware of the familiarity. Not the first time around a government fails to protect the health And wellness of those who need it most. Patience and the discipline to stay at home May enable freedom and coherence In a time where you're quarantined within your own thoughts.
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
occupied. dazed. quarantined.
The majestic days of Czars and Sultans with their immaculate royalty and those of Barons and Khans brimming with stainless primacy have long since gone. All their embellished repositories of capital, jewelry and gallant armies stand looted, ravaged and plundered. The struggling proletariat of those times with their humdrum lives, rife with strife have also bitten the dust expired, forgotten, crumbled since days beyond recall. Now we, the successors and heirlooms live on with kindred joys and glooms as communities, creeds and nationalities recklessly defending close-held foxy illusions of defunct oneness or mythical deities. The more tolerant among us even feel dignity in misplaced, romantic nationalism(s) and mostly off-the-mark, drifting democracies. ❋ But this time or that summate a few more gimmicks or subtract, all we have gifted ourselves are some arbitrary lines on the map slashing the earth to pieces then claiming its wiggly, volcanic geographies as slices of ever-dodging Elysium enshrined in fragile master-bluffs of precarious, cut-throat politics.
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 10:30 AM UTC
Elysium
I was preapered to fight all my life, but against who? Brave beast like soldiers that are match to no one or just plain cowards?Why would I waste my time on these humorous synonyms, that cant even survive a day without aplause and their ego stroke. Its funny, its humorous but its the harsh truth,I think you would die of laughter if I told you that they arent just your neighbours, but the rulers of this world. Brittle as nails, efficent in their work as snails, Its not even enough to call them natures biggest fails. We laugh at our own despair, but it's funny how some things never change, we are all slaves without any chains.These charlatans found a way one day, to control us without any brute force, but by their brain.And here we are today, some are on the streets begging for bread,some live their lives by a comercial tread.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
Charlatans