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The imperfect present
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The order of the world is falling apart
like the cloth eaten by moths.
Some are no longer waiting for anything,
surfeit, desolation, madness seize them,
some others are seized by insolence –
beast instinct!
Where are the force, the pride of yore?
Illneses increase, get strange forms,
inequality grows, crimes reap the people,
women crazily beget;
other fearing an uncertain future
abandon their children or sell them –
bestial gesture!
The moral – repudiated,
the liberty – alien to God.
Do we happen to need a new beginning?
A rebirth?
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- Vavila Popovici
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