May the despots fall.
And no longer walk tall.
May the good hearted rise.
And no longer be the diminutive size.
That's all i ask.
So in a peaceful world the good can bask.
Am i asking for an impossible dream.
Like an uphill flowing stream.
Is this world meant to be this way.
Where despots always have their say.
Only time will let us know.
Will they stay or will they go.
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It's always the rich and powerful that have their say, that's why there's so much corruption in this world. Let's hope things will change in the future!
Thanks for comment Anna Marg.
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