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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Under the heavy shadows of worry, I travel through the depths of endless thoughts, People, in a desperate search for security, flee from the natural plagues of existence, Seeking refuge in structures embodying the power of immunity, false walls of protection, But only manage to bring about their own demise with new plagues, unleashed by their obedience to politicians. In the labyrinth of my mind, thoughts intertwine like subterranean rivers, I reflect on the illusory mask of protection, a cardboard construction, built on empty promises, Politicians, crafting political plagues, are the merchants of pestilence, Their refined manipulation, a spider’s web, woven from words and deceptions. People, like butterflies dazed by false light, Cling to promised power, believing in the security of imposing structures, But find themselves trapped in the snare of their own choices, victims of a dream of safety, Their souls becoming prey to new plagues, more terrible than natural ones. In the depth of a melancholic evening, under the shadowy and heavy sky, I watch the creeping shadows of plagues on the soil of our souls, Trying to measure the short path from hope to disaster, In the captivity of illusion that separates truth from lies. I carve my path through thoughts, each shiver a reflection of bitter reality, Politicians rise as pillars of decay, wrapping the world in a veil of suffering, Each promise a lurking plague, each smile a hidden wound, And people, wandering, unaware of their own destruction. In the silence of the night, under the cold gaze of the moon, I dream of an awakening, of a release from the yoke of illusion, The hope that we will see beyond the false walls of immunity, That we will break the chains of political plagues and be reborn in truth. But until then, my steps dance among the shadows, Seeking authentic light in a world of illusions, A deep desire to find the path to pure freedom, Far from the traps of politicians, far from their created plagues. In the end, what truly matters is the soul’s clairvoyance, The liberation from the illusion of false security, from the new plagues of obedience, Seeking true freedom in authenticity, Living life in its purest form, beyond shadows and deceit.
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