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My Original Poem - "The Conflict"


The poem begins when the story stops 
Today, all sitting Trees hunger strike.
In the hot afternoon sun stranded traveler 
Eyes closed nature of the consent of the sun.
Rain and enrolled in this Satyagraha 
The rebellion came and went with the letter.
Kick lies in the nature of the world 
Humankind, lawlessness masterful hand crushed.
Book barbed wire dripping blood, shooting 
The inevitable triumph of truth requires.
The poet lived up to the rhythm of the dead rebels 
Truth conflict will end one day.

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