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\nCloud, puzzling object, ain’t a permanent wall to block the sun
\nIt is just a matter of right or wrong time- Lord! it isn’t any fun.
\nWe are a reason, came empty and through pains we learn
\nSeason is to reason, ‘oppressor or oppressed’ should burn. <\/p>\nWishful living is blissful being, Earth is planned for all
\nMan is born free of chain, dungeons are the made wall.
\nBuried is the truth; orange and yellow\u2019re colors, not gold
\nHappiness is an abstract, ain\u2019t a cake as spelt and sold.<\/p>\n
Flowers are colors in a garden, smiles of the kingdom
\nLonging only for chosen type, lightens Lord’s wisdom.
\nPast isn’t a non returning death, rather a lesson to obey
\nQuest of equity for inclusive living is the need of today.<\/p>\n
Repeatedly repeating lies doesn’t make a man wise
\nSow the seed of ‘truth and wisdom’ as soon as Lord rise.
\nCount the countless innocent lives past has withered
\nForced to wail in the thorns and still living tethered.<\/p>\n