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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A penalty pinned down my conscious, When a high volt power injected me unsuspended shock, Unawakened and unconscious, I cried as a fish, out of water. Imagination of discrimination terrified me, My soul was jerking with dizziness, The democratic system was trembling, The bureaucracy was pinning the nibs into my dreams. Not only once, terminology of deeds, Curriculummed deliberation of considerations, And ranked bribery and recommendations, To reward innocence and honesty, To secure human values, A system was highjacked by think tanks. As I experienced after applying a vacancy online, Where home office advertised descriptions of a job, And declined with direct approach in moments, I experienced my capabilities, Home office departments, on various occasions, Rewarded me, a safe and tolerated direction, And provoked me to enjoy the fire with my qualifications, To protect my future from cold weather. Not only Home office also local councils, Highjacked individual progress and prosperity, Criminality always delivered justice of excuses, Where democratic equal opportunity services policy, That was lying dead on a log of ice. My pain was streaming into flames, My throat was drying with the taste of equal opportunism. I was imprisoned into the democratic boundaries, Where my performance was demarcated into various barriers, My soul was delivering justice through my poetry, But my unemployment forced me always, To learn about high ranked poor and victimized positions, And my tolerances run down after touching a sore of sand. The bubbling rust was claiming superiority, Law is equal for all.
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