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A False Democracy

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An entity was built a while ago.

Its purpose is not always known.

Sometimes it serves.

Other times it does not.

It’s inaction lets a nation rot.

Angry people yell and frustrate easily.

Yet never blame themselves for a problem they create.

The powerful man was given his power.

Not by sword but by the check of a ballot box.

Why should one blame an evil that they create?

It is the will and determination of one citizen that can make all the difference.

Democracy or dictatorship, in a sense the citizens choose.

When not happy a single spark of injustice can change a nation.

Watching my day go

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A day of rest is almost gone.
We left a few hours after dawn.

To the city near the coast.
It’s the environment I hate the most.

We walk aboard the shaky vessel.
On the sea I’m and insignificant pebble.

The minutes pass, nothing is seen.
I wonder where the whales will be.

They come up and shake their tails.
The whale watching is quite a fail.

Straight up and down its not very fun.
I could not wait until the trip was done.

The Ball goes round

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The building looms in on the yellow dragon.

Children hop on the suburban band wagon.

Three holes in, one throw out.

Does anyone know what this game is about.

Some say yes, most say know.

Some asked “who cares though?”

Rolling down the slippery hall.

Make sure it doesn’t hit the wall.

Gutter clears all sewage away.

Unfortunealy I’m here to stay.

Hours passed, my fun is done.

If it was up to me I would rather run.

Into the hills far away.

I’ll decide the game I’ll play.

Patroling Dawn

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Clocks buzz and dawn breaks,

The child was not awake.

The child picked him up and took him far,

Down the street and into the car.

It drove down a meaty hill,

It did not have much time to kill.

Boards retrieved and no one forgotten,

Luckily the weather was not rotten.

A beach destination appeared in sight,

The sun was quite bright.

Children went in and boarded in the waves,

A wonderful start to a new day.

Cold and ice conquered the fun,

A surfing day had come undone.

When A Sphere Flies

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Flying, the sphere sails across the sky.

It looks like a bird, majestic always on the lookout for prey.

Falling now, it hits the ground caught up in the trap of man.

Men do battle for it.

They hit in clash all for this one bird.

The battle is settled only when the bird flies away.

Like all living creatures it wishes to be free.

Not the plaything of humans who would go to war.

The bird does not even know what war is.

All it knows is when it is free and when it is a slave.

A lack of justice

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Writing, an intellectual endeavor.

Like all great things it takes time.

The clock spins however.

Sun rise, moon falls.

The writer writes, perhaps in vain.

As it is the writer did not do

what needed to be done.

Goofing off and a poor work ethic serves no use.

Senior editor and chief sorry I am late.

Down the Hole

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The rabbit is stuck.

Stuck inside its hole.

Lifted up and turned around.

The occasion would make Peter proud.

Unlike him the rabbits death will not be sacred.

No crowds will shout for him.

No men will pray for him.

No countries will war for him.

His life ends inside a predators jaws.

A snap is all that he requires.

The deed is done.

There is no justice for the life of the rabbit.

A Dark Day

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A hill awaits on the mountain top.

The sun beats strongly upon it.

However the rays will not last long.

Instead clouds appear from above destroying all life.

The wind was fierce, the trees shook.

Slowly day turned to night, the weather became as sharp as icicles.

The animals froze.

The leaves fell down.

The only good thing was the amount of Justice.

A Sound Far Away

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Sound.

Hope.

Dreams.

Plays a tune that sends me to a new world.

It gives me freedom from my life.

It is Justice.

The Hill

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The hill, what is it.

It’s a large ferocious creature composed of leaves and long rotted metal.

People must descend upon it.

All in order to retrieve what was lost.

What was lost?

Justice!

The trek for the items  came to an end.

When all of the items were found.

The ascent was more dangerous and fearsome.

The journey was finally finished the pain had barely begun.