Dozens of stars twirled their celestial bodies
To the rhythmic tunes of Jazz and Blues
illuminating with sparks filled with glee
Its transcending society was unquestionably free
Growth persisted—all stood on their own two feet
Until one day, a single star intended to take society’s radiance
He was short, ill-tempered, and would fight anyone who dared disagree
ideas spurted from his mouth nonsensically
He’d slither—directing the masses
Erratic tangents filled with rage
Declarations that demanded change
“You roll yourselves in harmony. Let’s make a system with progress, and we shall call that peace.”
But once the stars succumbed to this unbeknown allure—monarchy fastened
A calamity
Years erode—faith surrenders to hell
When a star speaks of the memories, they’re lynched until they squeak
Their luminosity sparks with disastrous pleas
The throne is chosen. and a system of greed is the main focus
Art, literature, and love—Subjects meant for God
“Money, economy, tyranny—that’s society’s unquestionable freedom
Where we chain workers to a wage and hours that they’re forced to maintain
As I lay down on my sofa
They bring me my champagne
Keep making me money as I wander away
But be warned that my eyes are heavy
You make a mistake, and you’ll owe me plenty
Your soul will never fly; it’s mine; now stay.”
Up to now, this hand was faith’s divinity
Revolutions commence in hopes of obtaining life
Stars failed, and they hid in burrows—like warthogs to leopards
Most were preyed on by pointed, tainted teeth
They were never to be seen
Plagues widened as the stars labored away
It’s ravenous cells multiplied on the frail community
Millions died—politicians & the wealthy simply dined
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