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Allegory

There lies a 'no' beneath every 'yes';
There lies a mask on every face;
Every truth brings about a hundred lies,
Like fissures above in the cloudy skies.

The disarray of impressions always stays,
And very noiselessly your morale sways;
Like the boats careen without fear,
And the boatman's child learns to steer.

Veils make every answer obscure.
Hope fights a disease without a cure.
While the whole world burns in agony,
Rules are bent by power and money.

As the artist picks up his brush;
As the young boy cries for his crush;
As the astronauts count the stars;
As the heroes fight their wars;

The shackles ask you to be free,
And a pen starts singing poetry;
But there comes a question with every story -
'Isn't life the most beautiful allegory?'

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