Thursday, February 11, 2016

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His front door cost more than my home
My old boots would not cross this threshold
A gated community, a world of his own
He built his mansion with the money he stole
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Edmund Strolis
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Aarzoo Mehek 11 February 2016

Yet just like the others it was all there for show The image he weaved was as false as his hair Greed and power with a corrupt heart is enough to trample million dreams.... Their hunger for power is insatiable and they can go to any extent to achieve that. Thought provoking poem 10

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