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good food and entertainment,
a haughty speared Parliament,
for members that nobody voted,
their art of doing things wrongly,
in the name of democracy,
hushed away corruption in the stalls,
that will change the common goals,
now finding ways to avoid the voter,
blackleg weak characters win the poll,
representing ideas of own,
or unrepresentable downer,
sacrificing first come first served,
no nation only labour force,
new slaves are longed for,
servants of foreign strife,
‘an old doter in the bloom of heights’,
all those who push the common cart,
with the fate of Europe inside,
hope this crime is done in vain,
not risking all our lives in fail.

„Echoes of Change”

In the tapestry of Europe, a tale unfolds,
Centuries woven, history retold.
Fought and bled for power and might,
Yet, shadows dance in the fading light.

Philosophy and science, once our guide,
Now drowned in a sea of foolish pride.
Nations rise, then crumble away,
Leaving echoes of a bygone day.

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