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The Dreamer

 

 

Once a dreamer, once a loser

Once a beggar on the street

Now with much power and money under his sleeve,

He forgets the humbleness in his self.

 

Now with everything he could buy,

He steps onto the back of poor people and let them die

He was blinded with money and material things.

He stole the only penny left for his expense.

 

He grew selfish and proud

Until one day he went bankrupt,

He roams outside the street begging for food and water,

Because of his rudeness, no one ever care.

 

Now dying, his one last wish as a beggar living in the street

That his body will be buried with a peanut seed underneath,

So when it will grow the people can eat

The fruit of his own greediness.

 

Once a dreamer, once a loser

Once a rich man, once a winner

Now an old man dying on the street

And a wish of a single peanut seed

To be planted on his grave.

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Serendipity

Across the border line of solitude,

Is the yearning of one soul’s cross.

  Just like a sheep who lost her mob,

A woman’s heart without a love.

 

But the alteration is yet to come.

The coldness shall be filled with warm.

Ill-fated is now gone.

The sun is yet to shine.

 

Susurrus talisman come knocking to her door

Bringing her with enormous treasure

Her hopes comes in the highest soar

 Serendipity you never expect for.

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Campfire Chorus

The men gathered up fresh logs of wood and
dumped them into a stone encircled pit,

As they toiled and labored, other men worked
to set up tents of stitched-together animal hide,

Then, in a flash, a hot fire blazed ten feet into
the air and the men crowded themselves around,

They laughed and grunted while feasting upon
roasting meats and pipping-hot bone marrow,

The rosy smell of smoke curled and wafted about
the campsite as they finished with their meals,

Taking turns with their stories of mighty beasts
and miles of traveling, stories of the woodlands,

Sharpening their swords and knives, taking the
time to check their equipment and weapons,

Shedding off layers of leather garments to make
themselves more comfortable for the night,

But not before serenading the wilds with a chorus
of old words and tunes that speak vividly of home.

BY: Hegemony