Good News
A morsel of good news
Breaks out with sensation
State politics disused
Gone is a term of nation
Don’t wake me from this sleep
Don’t stop this epic fall
The old world gets a sweep
I don’t regret at all
The Equalizers came
From black hole outer space
We speak from our names
Since now, not from some place
No nation is allowed
Stigmatization banned
How’s it, to live without
Symbolic native land?
No borders whatsoever
No bloody history
False accusations never
Will be addressed to me
What a relief, my dears
The good news seem so new
I would rejoice to tears
If all above were true.
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