My History,

My History,
My History was not favourable,
Since the older knew all,
In the morning deceived,
In the evening,
Grabbing all that is mine,

My story was not that good,
It was full of blasphemies and lies from relatives,
From my kith’s,
I wonder when the sword will fall upon Humanity,
Honesty is dyeing,
Words are easy spoken,
But truth is hardly done,
It is hardly seen from these people,
Never tell me that truth is complete on earthly dwelling.

poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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