Political observations from a poet, artist, writer, translated…
The hours exchanged in fours, in love, everything is filled with, arousal. In the early morn, the sun selective woke in a certain gender, selected a leaf, to cover up the major mistakes. The flowers aren't done yet, as a gentle breeze had found its way, headed home first then, how can a few leaves fallen, stand in objections to the, world? Starting today, we only want to bloom radiantly, but not seeking consensus, the hidden scents, that's, the ever lasting; slowly, giving off the aromas, like slowly, forgiving.
the artwork of the writer, courtesy of UDN.com
So, there's that hint of, politic in this one, how the election is out of our minds, because it's, totally, over, and yet, the results from the decisions we made will, always have that everlasting impact on all our, lives, because the majority population of voters had chosen, unwisely! And being on the "same boat", we will all, SINK for FOUR more god damn years, under the POPULARLY ELECTED DICTATORSHIP political party which should've been, taken OUT of the office, but at least, they did NOT get majority in the legislature, so at least, the CORRUPTED DDP did NOT control ALL branches of our, government here!
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