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Worlds An Orphanage

Shakespeare said 'All worlds a stage'but i say
worlds an orphanage with mankind as merely slaves
slaves on the hands of human deception
slaves on the hands of political aspiration
slaves on the hands of societical perception
with no verge of extinction
Gone are those days when human nature dominated
love for thy neighbour and thy people bloomed
respect flourished in petals of delicacy
lust lost amongst those souls
but now into the new era
with shadows of evil domination
saw Englands queen of Hearts fade with the wind
the bold and mighty shaken up the feet
with the idea of war ranging above fields
saw many kings with combined fist
war is evil/ evil is war
to fight against terror is above all
leaving something or nothing behind
worlds an orphanage after all.

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