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From this bed...
From this bed of thorns, blood, tears and tearing pain, of depths of desolation dissolving dreams destructive thoughts bewildering lives shouting voices crying eyes hysterical laughter sidelong glances arched eyebrows shoving bodies nudging elbows jabbing fists threats, anger and exhaustion from frustration eroding values corroding corruption mass cynicism leaders grabbing people’s food, rights the health of self respect confidence and trust in good, I keep dreaming of a new dawn that takes me and my countrymen to a world free from discrimination, bribery, abuse of men and power, a place of wisdom, love and peaceful existence as it used be eons ago. Lines:34
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