midnight in the garden of peace

international poetry antology
For the communal desire hides in every brain,
Peace being their common goal, free of conflicts.
Alas! What I see loosely of my kind are unkind
With the scattered syllabus; no more on clasp.
We call ourselves human of superior ability,
But our abilities, matchless to the tiny's home
In any account to count filled with inequalities.
I beg you, oh human, better pray to your idol,
To solace you to get hold of their forms and visit,
And to incur their education, not what we practiced
Back again for a newer syllabus to design
For a better world to build, more adept than theirs
Or else, they shall spit on us for our deeds.
The One and Only
The one and only;
those mentally vacillant;
enervated in the verdict
to chase their life, fancy impuissance in others
no other things that are decent
'Cause when he sees others doing well.
The rusty dust gets in his optics
and shouts at the tip of the high hills.
Withal, he persists the black sheep,
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