<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493050" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Society's Relief</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">my country is rooted to the<br>sultanate tradition, <br>one sultan and his children<br>and four wives ruling a<br>territory<br>those that block the way<br>are beheaded, <br>though not really that literally<br>in the modern sense of <br>my world, they finally name it<br>a dynasty<br>of political warlords and <br>rag and drag leaders, <br>one must know the word kowtow<br>the figurative language of toeing the line<br>and fidelity or else<br>fatality, somehow, in my own little way, <br>i think, there is a need for relief from<br>this secretly hated tradition of<br>putting power to the few<br>families over a long, long time<br>like an old classical novel<br>of War and Peace, and somehow<br>i like to go on the <br>Color Purple midway between<br>Fiddler on the Roof and<br>Gone with the Wind, <br>my mind bloats and i become a daydreamer<br>of sort, detached from reality of <br>abc, to xyz, i do not quit, <br>i continue dreaming for change and relief<br>i travel to America and<br>Canada, meet some friends, and get to <br>know how they are doing, flying kites<br>and rolling snow balls, and chasing rainbows<br>so to speak, <br>after all is said and done, i come to the conclusion<br>that i go back <br>in my country and meet the Sultan again, <br>missing me, his long gone<br>son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493050" data-title="Society's Relief de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="my country is rooted to the sultanate tradition, one sultan and his children and four wives ruling a territory those that block the way are beheaded, though not really that literally in the modern sense of my world, they finally name it a dynas..."></div> </div> </div>

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