Time has stretched enough for me to throw
These overbearing burden into an open sea.
The compelling ache in my hungry soul,
Tells me to take the wandering ways of the seeker,
To swim an endless ocean deeper than the Pacific.
Who will say it is the resolution of weakness?
Who will say it is not the decision of bravery?
Let me once and forever clear my deluded head
With songs that made Cleopatra yearn for immortality.
This country now sags and its pant shown to chameleons.
The surer re-union with her love that drove the brown beauty
To burn reason and take to the lighter flight of the heavenly birds.
Blown to the breeze of Iroquois.
This country, like a Seeker , who in her quest,
Crossed the dilapidated angry sea
For the kingdom of slavery.
Though wiser love,
Showering with a thousand gifts of jewels
A treasure most precious,
Used in a prolific and pragmatic way.
For she desires no tyre used as necklaces.
The command of love knows no queen.
She defeats the mightiest of kings
Whom in her little self refuse
To bow to her sadist, but genuflected
Before an all building light of the sun.
She has been treated like a sheep without a shepherd.
They bombed her, abused her
This country has been disvirgined.
She has missed her period.
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