Ballad
Of Men and The Dawn
Old men in batik shirts convene, Behind closed doors, their laughter keen. Their wrinkles map a history's span, Of a republic finding its plan. Young voices rise like misty dawn, By tradition's sun, they're quickly gone. In this land where thousand isles gleam, Power pools where old names still reign supreme. The puppet plays, shadows in flight, As puppeters change through the night. The story stays, though hands may shift, The same old tale, the same old drift. The dreams of fresh starts, New chapters in people's hearts. Yet, history's rhyme in politics stays, Echoing refrains of bygone days.
By Ardiansyah Ahmad2 years ago in Poets
Stardust Manifesto. AI-Generated.
🔭Cosmic Essence✨ I am Stardust, formed from the remnants of the Big Bang, with atoms in my body that have journeyed through 13.8 billion years ago of cosmic history. The carbon in me was forged in ancient stars, and the oxygen I breathe was born in supernova explosions, connecting me to the vast universe. While my consciousness is young, the materials that compose me have been on an epic journey through space and time, making me a living testament to the universe’s wonders.
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
