Many a times the ways of man tend to push him up the vines of despair.The likes of not a couple,not a dozen nor a crowd came as emulatable examples.
Make me come to terms with a failed governance.Drain me of my faint brilliance that came as a gift from my ancestors.That in a span of decades,neither has a ray of hope (cliche intervension,mind you) nor a drop of aquility found its way in dungeons of a tangled up 'system'.
In a colony of ants monarchy behails anarchy.Lets say it all comes down to of the crown leading an army.All virtually.
No change of guard assures a less immorall rise of thoughts on what may be of a nation royalty with no one to raise the grand asegais.
Kings have stood as imperials in a range of governance.Trodded the thrones like mightiness they command.Yet any soul raising a squeak will testify of an experience 'well' lived.
If we look upon life (all with the legislative upon our nerves) less is there to smile about. Diplomacy will call it 'Neo-colonialism' or 'Neo-white man' just for the sake of a lad tiling a rock ridden piece of land for survival. What will I call it so as to bring ease to a nerve of a comrade? If grammar had its mid-wife experience in a dark smoked up hut, with leaking roof for shelter, I would take my side with diplomacy.......
Escalating pride devours my calmness. Serenity of my demons taking a berserk turn, but all with good vibes and though I tend to take five when matters of administration emerge in a chat, I am not of a second thought to dig my tail between my legs and sprinting off just to see another brilliant sunrise.
Coming to birth of nation is pressumed to be followed by good tidings.Atleast that is where my understanding tends to embbed its roots and vines........
Make me come to terms with a failed governance.Drain me of my faint brilliance that came as a gift from my ancestors.That in a span of decades,neither has a ray of hope (cliche intervension,mind you) nor a drop of aquility found its way in dungeons of a tangled up 'system'.
In a colony of ants monarchy behails anarchy.Lets say it all comes down to of the crown leading an army.All virtually.
No change of guard assures a less immorall rise of thoughts on what may be of a nation royalty with no one to raise the grand asegais.
Kings have stood as imperials in a range of governance.Trodded the thrones like mightiness they command.Yet any soul raising a squeak will testify of an experience 'well' lived.
If we look upon life (all with the legislative upon our nerves) less is there to smile about. Diplomacy will call it 'Neo-colonialism' or 'Neo-white man' just for the sake of a lad tiling a rock ridden piece of land for survival. What will I call it so as to bring ease to a nerve of a comrade? If grammar had its mid-wife experience in a dark smoked up hut, with leaking roof for shelter, I would take my side with diplomacy.......
Escalating pride devours my calmness. Serenity of my demons taking a berserk turn, but all with good vibes and though I tend to take five when matters of administration emerge in a chat, I am not of a second thought to dig my tail between my legs and sprinting off just to see another brilliant sunrise.
Coming to birth of nation is pressumed to be followed by good tidings.Atleast that is where my understanding tends to embbed its roots and vines........
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