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Peace among factions

Updated: Jul 2, 2019

Rare are the times when peace prevails.

When a farmer- captains; as the ship sails.

The royalty cuts crops and pull out grass.

Some deeper agendas create such a farce.

The priest is smiling and silently waiting.

While gods look down at the happy times fleeting.

Its spring dear man, even then I remain as the brooding beggar.

While despised king and useless peasant together grow rubber.

Unnecessary and unwanted but still, I preach away.

It is just spring dear man, it will end in a day.


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