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Hippocratic Liberty
Tiny twigs break apart more often
Their puny size, pummeled by little force
Whiny folks break apart more often
Their puny minds, pummeled by emotion
We live in a Hippocratic world
Why do we be told to be static in futility
Let your freedom be put on hold
Who wants this Hippocratic liberty?
Who even thinks in this world?
Time to rush all the way down the street
Till you're frail and get old
You shouldn't let your soul be met.
And when you realize, this mishap
For perhaps on your death bed
It's too late now to step up
In your disgrace, you get just to fill your will, dead?
Copyright ©
Pradyun Devarakonda
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