Big Mother Cares Poem by Madrason .

Thieves of thoughts those thugs
who believes in freedom
imprisoned by a lie
cry beloved democracy
blind from tears
are we
or blind from fears
so we do not dear
who cares for
a ceasefire of war
love is war
and trade became
thus to with shame
draw your swords
and write your name
down with those forts of hell
or lest we can foretell
Big Mother knows your ways
she'll take away your vains
and drench you from your pains
she'll quench you with her love
but more and all above
she'll squeeze the air
and suck it in with flair
so none can hear your cry
no time to hate you'll suffocate
just a sigh before you die
a Utopist, 'bye-bye'! .


Madrason 09-06-2014
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