THE OLD MAN UNDER THE TREE [original poem]

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THE OLD MAN UNDER THE TREE

An old man remaining under a deciduous tree,
with both hands I carried on the back,
what's more, cigarettes are smothered in my mouth.
I took a gander at the circumstances.
I see the monetary picture in a shop window brimming with outside brands,
what's more, broken down streets among towns which do not permit the affiliation.
I saw the thievery and rot.
I spit on the ground.
I remained before the police headquarters.
I saw the grisly face of a demonstrator.
I see viciousness without enactment.
What's more, a bit of a lengthy, difficult experience, full tidy, loaded with stray felines,
loaded with kids experience the ill effects of scabies,
Full fighters were appalling and startling.
I strolled the sun,
not far off of advancement history,
filthy and loaded with extortion.
I hear individuals say:
"Human rights are not the same all over the place.
Here, for building a decent atmosphere,
political autonomy ought to be restricted.
Defeating destitution
solicits give up a bit from rights "
Gosh, what buffalo this poo!
What assumed fart can supplant the feeling of equity?
In this nation, the rights diminished,
absolutely to protect the setup and rich.
Specialists, agriculturists, anglers, columnists, and understudies,
thought up vulnerable.
O, deceptions idolize,
how much will be against an unavoidable truth.
I heard the clamor of the vehicle.
I heard the court demonstration.
I heard the news.
There is wild in European urban guerrilla.
A previous associate of rightist agents,
a relentless, against work,
has been seized and executed,
by a gathering of individuals who are irate.
I gazed at sundown at the port.
My legs throb, furthermore, quenched cigarette in my mouth once more.
I saw the blood in the sky.
Yes! Yes! Viciousness started to intrigue individuals.
Its energy totally smother.
Furious started issuing weapons.
To be faced butt hole mongrel.
Yes! This is currently the likelihood that began to prod individuals.
In the event that the court does not make a move against the official charlatan,
at that point the road punks who might be attempted.
At that point what the soul of mankind?
Who made this crisis?
Do individuals need to copy the conduct of an official butt hole?
If not, why not take after the official mongrel?
Does the word inner voice of mankind?
O, Twilight lit!
A short yet exciting!
What's more, soon individuals will scan for the moon and stars!
O, the portrayals are mortal!
Because sky in elements that are not air,
what's more, the sky past the whitewashed predisposition sunset,
at that point anesthetized inner voice cunning.
Yes! Yes! I am an old man!
Tired yet have not abandoned the kick the bucket.
Presently I'm remaining at an intersection.
I felt my body had turned into a pooch.
Be that as it may, my spirit attempting to compose a lyric.
As a person.