Do not listen to that scream,
Directed towards the most silent of all,
That the fossilized immobility will indeed forebring,
The coolest of all.
Do not listen to that lecture,
Directed towards the most impeccable soul of a thousand years,
That neither pride nor prejudice may bring,
The peace for many many years.
I do not forsee,
There is a future to behold,
Lowly noodles accompany my silence,
Though if there is one I'd be likely sold to.
I still feel like taking a dance,
Like what warmed me when I was young,
Likely crazy, but sane inside;
I miss the cheerleading sound of perchance,
Like there were likely people of varieties unsung,
Likely messy, but peace besought.
I still hold onto you, my homeland;
I'm wishfully bananas that there will be no piranhas,
Kingly wishes vanished into thin air;
Holding fast to traditions, notwithstanding tears.
That one day I shall be demystified,
Of that kaleidoscope that has given birth to my patriotism.
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50 Poetry for a Happy Soul
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