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Pk Jun 2018
A frustrated affair
Runs through history
The pages burnt
The purity reclaimed
Wars wherein millions burn
The victory declared in the end
Based on who killed more
Where did people die more
The bodies with bullets
Buried in pits and crossed
The bodies where survivors
Put roses at the foot end

A frustrated affair
Coincided the deaths
As death scatters skulls in dust
As death never forgets to come
The bodies which speak of love
Ambitious, power greedy bodies
Directing the soldier bodies
To rip the flesh of common bodies
Thereall bodies and bodies and bodies
A single seed of an idea in the body
The color of the body
The money, the gender
The lover of the body

A frustrated affair
Ignored through time
And instead make kids rot the fabricated
The ones that are written to make sense
To propagate the falsehood
To sympathize with one of the prejudices
Each word, each man, each activity
Each death a matyrdom
Each comrade a traitor
Each lover a promiscuous animal
Each freedom a madness
Each tear a lie
Each word stinks of cold decaying humanity

A frustrated affair
In the present
Soon to be a history
Soon forgotten
Lost in old newsletters
The deaths; simple, complex, accidents
What is then but now
What is not now, will never be
What never will be is the existence
Of truth and honesty, of life and prosperity
The humans populating
The humans killing
That is a prominent animal behaviour, but
Isn't ten percent our cerebral capacity?
PK

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