Page 133 - Microsoft Word - 001_A Kaland novellák és versek.docx

A symphony of cultures, rich and grand,
From distant shores to our native land.
But now, the notes are discordant, unclear,
Lost in the chaos of a shifting sphere.

A union formed, ideals entwined,
Yet cracks appear in the fabric, maligned.
Democracy’s dance, a paradoxical show,
A script rehearsed, but the actors don’t know.

Parliaments echo with voices unheard,
Representatives chosen, but by whom? Absurd.
Corruption lingers in the hallowed halls,
As the common goal, forgotten, falls.

From Bach’s melody to Liszt’s grandeur,
A cultural tapestry, once pure.
Yet, in the corridors of power, a disconnect,
Leaving us wondering, what did we expect?

An exit sought, a friend estranged,
In the midst of change, values exchanged.
In the heart of Europe, a soul adrift,
Caught in the currents of a political rift.

But let not despair be the final chord,
For in every struggle, new tales are stored.
The echo of change, a call to revive,
To ensure the essence of Europe will survive.

written by PGyB and AI



133