The Brave Old World Poem by Lev Brekhman

The Brave Old World



A semblance of normalcy - seldom! -
Is seen in the mirroring glass.
We - masses of maniacs, a kingdom!
In which it's not taxing to pass,
The laws ruling here are stringent.
The light is more lying than night.
New souls are constantly bringing,
Their passion to normalcy fight.

Monday, October 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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