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Crystal dreams…
Crushed at noon…
Radiant hope…
Whirled in the miry of Leviathan
Stalking the dreams of artless hagglers
No longer gloating with glee at dawn
As impish goons gun down pullets of hope
Castrating visions, foiling missions
This virgin land raped to perdition
By 'khakied' brutes in the wake of dawn…
Change came calling
But nay!
The cassocks where nothing but cloaks of terror
As fertile lands where reduced to creeks of pollution
Humus mounds to heaps of rot
I weep for a land that once gushed with pearls of promise
Now made tombs of grief…
We are still waiting for change!