No Limits This Year--2021
They dreamt at midnight of the 31st, that life,
Would somehow magically transform?
That somehow, beautiful fairies on gilded unicorns,
Could bring them back to days of bubbles, joy and laughter.
Ah, but money and power had instituted a life of strife!
They clinked expensive glasses of champagne as 'twas the norm.
Never once noticing they wore striped-followers uniforms!
Prisoners, all, sons and daughters.
Some drank far too much, to drown the depth of strife.
But these souls, next day would still bow, behave and conform.
Never regaining their freedoms, through silly jokes and laughter!
They would have to start reading, works filled with freedom, rife!
And create a massive, international freedom storm.
To regain, what indeed was theirs, fearless is speech and pen,that
day and forever after!
All in essence, to have an intelligent world, we must strike!
Say NO to fear and Propoganda, go against all the norm.
Then, next year to twirl, with fear gone, dwell in the halls of freedom
with our children's feet, tapping pitted-patter.
~Inner Peace, Power and Strength~
Panagiota Romios
12/28/2021
5am PST
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