The end of tyranny: A poem 

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The worries in my hair 

are as dense as air 

Even though the pedophile of virtue 

has popularity’s statue 

My fortress has a moat, 

a bridge and a boat 

Time is a circle 

Its belt has a buckle 

It will fit my waist 

even when age comes with haste 

I will walk the path defined 

like a labrador for the blind 

Posterity’s door has a knob 

that will shut out the unholy mob 

And all their tyranny 

will end up as irony 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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