Light

The wounded bird
Still longs to rise—
A human soul
That never dies.



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Youth—
Old age—
Few escape
The void’s embrace.



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The Shift of Ideologies Over Time

"Blinders off!"—yet Darkness cries,
But just to swap them once again.
Thus, it shields us from the Light,
Keeps the dust from causing pain.

Dissidents still spread their haze,
Casting grime in every place.
Cure their curse in old-time ways—
Call our order but "disgrace."



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Light

Light shines only in the knowing—
Rarely breaks through blinded eyes.
Darkness yokes each new-born growing,
Bound by lies the Goat supplies.

"Light" they call their chains unshaken,
"Duty," "goodness"—words so sweet.
Yet the herd, so lulled and taken,
Fails to see the dark deceit.

Few can break the cursed binding,
Yet the crowd calls them insane.
Slaves see "freedom" so unwinding—
Freedom, chanted, forged in chains.

"Freedom reigns!"—their voices thunder,
"Free world"—terms they twist and smear.
Madness welcomes every blunder,
Like a sewer welcomes fear.



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All Is Propaganda

Truth is but scraps—mere shards remain,
While lies are cast through history’s frame.
They twist the past to mask the stain,
So ages ruled by evil tame.

Take, for instance, lunar stories—
They "walked the dust" with proud display.
Yet drowning facts in verbal glories,
They hide how rot still eats away.

The world decays, while chains grow stronger,
Each day they tighten on the mind.
"Freedom!" they chant—yet slaves live longer,
And those who see are burned alive.



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The Layered Cake of Lies

Lie on lie—to mask the traces
Of the old with something new.
Stacked like cakes through endless ages,
And... it’s quite a massive brew.



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Hammer and Sickle

They shear the herd and reap the gain,
Their "laws" just serve Mammon’s reign.
Scams run wild, while Nature bleeds,
Yet hidden hands still sow the seeds.

The sickle’s there to trim in stealth,
While hammers strike at growing wealth.
Each year the blows grow ever bolder,
Yet fools still fail to see the smolder.

Virtual goods, but real despair,
Inflation’s grip is everywhere.
And yet they claim, with grand display,
"The Sickle stands to shield your way."

A sickle’s slash, a hammer’s fist—
True global rule, where none resist.
With lies they weave a gentle veil,
To hide the fascist iron trail.



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A Skier on Asphalt

Summer nears, yet here I stand,
Skis prepared for sun-baked land.
As the world sinks ever low,
Drowned in lies that freely flow.

Soon this sight won’t seem so strange—
Madness sets the normal range.
Fools and lunatics decree
What is sane for you and me.



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The Road to "Success"

A rat race? A twisted ride?
Or just a chase where cheats collide?
"To the start!"—the call rings loud,
As fools are harnessed to the crowd.

Rushing blind for hollow glory,
Breaking rules without a care,
While the fallen tell the story:
"That road leads to sheer despair."

Only weaklings quit, defeated,
Or collapse along the track.
But with "doping"—once completed,
You just crush them, never look back.



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A "Mighty Bird"

A "mighty bird"—
How false, absurd.
The world’s reversed,
Where, at its worst,
A stubborn mole
Will reach the "height"—
By digging deep
Through filth and blight.



--- Total 10 poems. ---