Wickedness
How I miss sparkles and glamour
How I miss glitter and shiny
These are not the colourful jewels
I can feel and touch
These are something I cannot grasp
As the freedom as we know it has been ripped and torn apart
Many rivers of tears have been shed
For those lost and damaged in this wickedness
How I wish the thunder and rain will wash it away
How I wish the sun would burn and scar
How I wish the snow and ice will freeze it some day
How I wish it could be buried so deep in the many fine golden sands
Never to be touched by gentle human hands
Buried in the deep swirling seas
Locked up
Never to be freed
Never roaming our far and distant lands
So we can visit our amazing lands
No restrictions of freedom are held in our hands
The intangible jewels are almost within my grasp
A breath of fresh air
Will regain our freedom and be left with only tears and scars
Only a distant memory to be buried deep
Wickedness will no longer reap
Sparkles, glamour, glitter and shiny
No longer just a daydream adventure but a living dream
The freedom we can see and be
Wickedness a nightmare
We no longer dream
The earth sparkling with glamour and glitters and shines
A new era will be born
Wickedness scattered in the hot ashes
As the phoenix of freedom arises
Toria
31/12/2021
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