Thursday, July 6
Things are Upside DownWhen finally the breeze of freedom hit the town
And for the first time green grass sprouted
Locust formed a gray cloud
Using all types of intimidation
To cast away a whole generation
With their vicious intoxication
The wave of change was too hard to bear
For some who sought excess in share
They failed to see beyond their noses
And joined the locust in their affair
Unaware that their myopia was the domain
On which the locust nourished its domination
This land will never be free
So long it has those referees
Who carry deluding wannabees
On their fragile shoulders
That soon will be broken to pieces
And the price is a country
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Name::AyyA
From::Kuwait
I AM WHO I AM AS I ARRIVE AT YOUR DOOR WHETHER I COME OR I GO IS NOT UP TO ME FOR I HAVE LOST SIGHT OF ALL DESIRE "Walled Garden of Truth",Hakim Sanai
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6 Comments:
Thanks to you sweetie :*
the price is a country!!
a price paid in small sums every day...
well said, see you Friday :)
good job guys
We missed you last night. Were you there?
i hope the dust last night was the dust of changes
Don't be so pesemistic Ayyona ;)) ..
The price won't be a country .. we won't let it be .. and that includes you! ;*
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