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We fight for democracy, a voice for all,
Yet silence the opposition, in its brawl,
We claim to be fair, in our own right,
But ignore the powerless, and their plight,
The irony of democracy, an absurd sight.
About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.
Mama’s Boy
I’ve been a fiancé for four years and three months. We’ve been together for six and a half years total, and we have a two-month-old son together. I can’t help but think that we’ll never get married. We haven’t even decided on a wedding date. When I bring it up, he tries to escape the room as if he’s late for something more important.
By Real Poetic4 days ago in Chapters
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