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Zohfar Of Zahere Poem
Oh, Father forgive us for our ignorance,
we're just misdirected children
searching for significance.
Blindly stumbling, tryna grasp our purpose
but our hands are too bloody and calloused.
We'll sell our dignity tryna catch these dreams,
only to realize we got cheated. Cuz characters
worth more than cash and even harder to gain back.
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Zohfar Of Zahere Poem
Mother nature strips
naked gives us a slow tease;
how great her breasts are.
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Zohfar Of Zahere Poem
The fragrance of Fall,
smells of a pumpkin spice splash;
breathe in deeply, now.
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Zohfar Of Zahere Poem
As the world turns
It burns, with sameness.
All the "people" as we call them
are coded programmed clones
of whatever society tells them.
We are shameless.
As the world turns
It burns, just like our fickle passions
to please and appease the disease
of status quo.
It's an infection that's all too well
known.
As the world turns
It burns, itself to the ground.
From the sound of anger aimed
at any direction,
to the nights of violence cloaked
in shadows. To the have nots crying
as we chastise them for invading our
silence.
As the world turns
in the cradle of the solar system
it's lit up by the face of the Sun playing peek-a-boo
showing us it's radiance. Now as the world turns
will we continue to hide our face from truth and love?
Or will we let it radiate and drive the darkness out?
Let is burn away the infection.
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Zohfar Of Zahere Poem
The grass in not green on the other side
they'll tell you that to make you greedy it's a lie
they'll try to get you to turn on all your convictions
so you can become defenseless only to be controlled
by those who only know darkness the heartless claiming to be victims.
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