DO THE STARS SHINE WHEN THE DAWN BREAKS? A random poem—Pawners Paper

DO THE STARS SHINE WHEN THE DAWN BREAKS" is a poem that illustrates indirectly with the use of similar and metaphor to criticize the government. At

"DO THE STARS SHINE WHEN THE DAWN BREAKS" is a poem that illustrates indirectly with the use of similar and metaphor to criticize the government. At first the poem identify them as the savior the masses rest on and trust in but later in the last stanza, likened them to the despair in the masquerade of hope which grew way less more than our expectations."

DO THE STARS SHINE WHEN THE DAWN BREAKS

Their bright illuminates

When the night wakes to haunt;

Their eyes blinds,

For shattered hearts to heal

—And love without discrimations.

They're gods among men

Who tread the Earth's heart with bare feet

Their minds are like universes in collision

Breeding seeds of planet while they watch them sprout.

They share their laughter in unison

And hide their tears behind their brows

For what brings hope never clamour when fear threatens.

They're bandages to the shattered minds

Even when thiers, cracks and threatens to fall

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They're unrepentant farmers above heels

Who cultivates the future for followers from scattered regions

Who donates each  seed of Hope and faith

Gotten from the sweats the sun purged from their old skins

To build a farm where even the worms feeds

And the throats never yawns for more crumbs of rotten nuts

Thier thoughts are scattered thread

Locked with many of such fate.

They are the bruised Shephards

Who remains restless at the bleats of a sheep in danger

When the wolves growl.

They breathe through the smile of the city

And bleed when the smoke wisp in the sky from it.

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They're are stars among men!

The chosen saints among billions. But are they?

For the reality scribbles the deeds better than our imagination./expectations

Their gold silks raise their shoulders high 

Above those who sew for them to fit in

They're the shades in the hopeless' dreams

They are despairs in a masquerade of hopes

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