Whips of Trouble
Like a master with a torturing rope
who searches his victims from the masses;
carelessness makes the caught hardly cope
inflicting great thirst
and maintaining a distance from the Oasis.
It can come dressed like pope
but at the end, it gives crisis
can be washed with a subsequent soap
though its acquisition comes with different prices,
since Life is always supported by hope
it’ll end at the time freedom rises.
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