Echoes froma a sad soul - 3

 

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The sleeping  soul

 

Was sleeping the soul

In the shadow of reason

As we ran

From the golden prisons

Of Our unfair society

Meeting the horror

Of illusory freedom

Of unattainable equalities

Fallacious Brotherhood

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And there was no poetry

In violence

And in the silence

Of death.