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Sunday, 22 November 2009

The Circle of Life

Who said I can't speak? And who said I'm not permitted to?
If I can't say anything what am I to do?
How can you oppress me just to make yourself seem right?
Why should I conform when your bitterness is alight?
An issue has wrapped you up so tight..
You don't see how I'm affected
All you do is speak so not to be objected.
A filibuster is what they call it, when the weaker opponent cheats.
In a political debate they talk out of line in a bid to compromise defeat.
Its just a wonder, when I think of what you expect me to do.
Its just a Hope when I wish for an alternate breakthrough.
This is when I contemplate whether I should give up and succumb to this ugly infestation.
But this only brings with it a consequence I would rather not face.
This circle of life has only turned into a loathsome race.

Will I win?

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