TESTAMENT OF TWO CANDLES
Beneath faded lights, a thousand tears rained
As reality takes no path but two entangled
Which pedigrees, a true-lies:
Tales of a nation where darkness becloud day
Servitude, a serape over Serbhood.
I bear treatment of two unequal candles
At our political Olympus; both weight
A fragrance of truth in my heart
And the very depth of existence, our reality.
One, a black, able bodied and rooted
With two glancing eyes- occupies a lots
To itself in size, but to illumination lost.
The other, a white, slim bodied,
Stand at the feet of former,
With a weary eye.
If thread has proves, lustre
Of fire, burning the former down.
If I must tell the truth of the matter
Brooded at the scale of my heart,
That height, status, leadership without light
Is like a salt without its sweetness,
Or faith without work.
But before you these candles are,
We can to different interpretation, give
But the fertility of light should not be marred
By the retrogressive stand of darkness.
A toothless bulldog is a "matter
Which has weight and occupies space"
But has no effect as watchdog.
Politics without light is dead.
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