Hopeful mind
Time's gone, religion's in decline,
Why don't we care about this line?
Used by tyrants, the poor consider it fate,
Do they care about the poor's state?
The night of darkness started soon,
But still shining the brightest moon.
Tyrants swimming in a pool,
Poor watching, feeling cool
Different religions, different rules.
Poor confused, but they are fools.
Horror dreams, horror thoughts,
They are holding charity pots.
Not sure! What future might grow,
But the brightest moon will always glow.
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