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Memorandum
In a circle of thirteen they sat,
With a manifesto splayed in folds,
About to birth a bill of right,
To calm the errant voices of the masses.
With delegated officials standing without,
Chairs, tables or space,
In order to race to call at the voices inside.
What's the beauty of the nation again?
Should we sing the praise of our father's land?
Who left the children in greying rot,
While flying around in glowing colt.
Sighs of distress in commune with silent pangs,
Waiting for the elects verdicts to be called out,
"Hmmm", groans the select of elect,
A new drain of budget unveiled!
© sailabby
#storywriter #poetry #storyteller #talesofnation #creative #shortstory #paintwithwords #poem #writcostories #nimble
With a manifesto splayed in folds,
About to birth a bill of right,
To calm the errant voices of the masses.
With delegated officials standing without,
Chairs, tables or space,
In order to race to call at the voices inside.
What's the beauty of the nation again?
Should we sing the praise of our father's land?
Who left the children in greying rot,
While flying around in glowing colt.
Sighs of distress in commune with silent pangs,
Waiting for the elects verdicts to be called out,
"Hmmm", groans the select of elect,
A new drain of budget unveiled!
© sailabby
#storywriter #poetry #storyteller #talesofnation #creative #shortstory #paintwithwords #poem #writcostories #nimble
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