Verse #3


The days bring us
New political season
Am struggling to understand
I trust the dialectics, like simple
Aspects of cold and heat
Of love and struggles
Of summer and rains
Would give way to the raging
Storms of political configuration
A tapestry of ideas
Of war and peace, and
No one can still and silence
The people’s songs of freedom
We will see the skies red
Who can climb the sky walls
And repaint to stop its blazing red?


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