The Big difference...Life

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    The Big difference...Life

    What a life!

    What a big difference,

    The difference we make in time,

    The one we make in this one coming,

    In this world we take in nothing,

    In which we make our living,

    But then our time is moving,

    And soon we end the living,

    How many will notice our living?!

     

    The living they lived for nothing,

    The hope they give to none,

    The promises they aborted for self,

    And time they wish is all for them,

    That they may live forever,

    But soon they are never,

    Their memory gone too soon than ever,

    Dried as leaves that withers,

    Buried as one doesn’t matter.

     

    The foolish wise one,

    The glasses cover the merciless eyes,

    The icon of ordeal and misfortune,

    Hopeless to the hopeful they are,

    With one mission they jointly serve,

    Serve our dear nation,

    Mission to kill, steal and destroy,

    Saints and saviour they come to us,

    Thief and devil they mean to us.

     

    The currency strong room they looted,

    They kill and destroy in good faith,

    The say we should laugh when mourning,

    We smile while suffering,

    But they, yes, the do-gooders,

    Pursuing their mission to letter,

    No knowing the end comes later,

    Nemeses soon catch up after,

    They die the death of horror.

     

    The night of horror passed,

    As the mighty slept like coward,

    The fall of the all-powerful and commander,

    Buried like a useless foul,

    Died of what he loves to eat,

    The sound of joy everywhere,

    For the death of the head of state,

    Instead of mourning by the people,

    But we must celebrate the final exist.

     

    But what a difference!

    A big difference I ever imagine!

    When death took our hope,

    The ever fair election of the people,

    When we look to see a new dawn,

    Yes, a new beginning of our smiles,

    But death from the rock took him,

    Death dashed our hope,

    We are caught in the rope.

     

    A mourning day for all of us,

    Our choice taken from us,

    Turning around to comfort ourselves,

    Hoping in the hopeless situation,

    Looking for change at all cost,

    Not mind the great lost,

    Together we move forward,

    Never to look further backward,

    Waiting together in hope for hope.

     

    What a big difference!

    One died and all rejoice,

    Another died and we mourn,

    Both heads of state,

    One has been, one to be,

    But the bad’s memories cut off,

    The other fixed and remembered,

    What a big difference!

    Indeed, a wide difference.

     

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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