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Broken

“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”
Rumi

Plumes of thick grey smoke rising
A few miles in the distance
Just our hopes and dreams burning
Our nation ne’er had a chance!
 
Sadly, thieves still rule the land
And they’ll plunder everything
With oligarchs in command
Then the poor left with nothing
 
No one to blame but ourselves
Our nation voted thieves in
We’re gullible silly elves
Sold our souls next to nuthin’
 
Indeed, voters have spoken
Chosen the dictator’s son
Our country’s future broken
Our hopes for tomorrow, gone!
 
Hibernate for six long years?
It’s a cowardly way out
Pray we don’t shed many tears
But kindness from thieves, I doubt
 
Six years, a long time to wait
Hope we’ve learned our lessons then
That we may regain our faith
And our hopes restored again
 
05-09-2022
© F Aparici
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