Show me your pen
and he shall show you the level of my ink
Because he has written all the truce, the quick
of politics and war
He would have had his head haunted
But more so he is quick to the gate
He would write through to the ranks
to tell sovereignty of his ignorant intelligence
He would have his feet fast to run
He wouldn't mind the treason and the trouble
his sentimental words could cause
But for the sake of equal dividend
He wrote to tell the untold
The gold-skinned blindfolds
which were used to cover the obvious deceit of the masses
So he picked up the pieces,
his drastically shoved ink
Then he wrote to the chamber
The struggles and slander
of undeserved abysmal suffering
of whispered cries of the people
But before he could be called and slayed
His anonymity went viral
Politics which was suppose to be left to the politician
became a course study for all
As he had written
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