Mr. President, an Old Dictator | Poetry

How to believe in our politicians like that? Create the new philosophy and forget them

It is not about politicians, or law, or commands
It is all about love, thinking, and philosophy
When a philosophy change the people mind
The dictator scream alone with his shadows
It is not about what they scream
When we change our mind we no longer listen
We can’t no longer understand or see
What the dictator speaks we can no longer hear

And the shadows diminish in the light
And the sun shines in the crowd
And the sound silence in the old
And the love grows in the soul

There it is the old dictator, lost
Looking for the shadows once was there
Looking for the beliefs that created him
Soon you will find him nowhere

(Hi, I was thinking about sharing here my creative work too. In categories, you can find Books or Poems. Soon I will share some of my books here. It will be soon on Amazon in English too: A Coffee and a Tea.
You can also find my book The High Priestess on Amazon, just click here)

I hope you enjoy it and soon we will have a post about what I don’t do more after walk a bit in the spiritual path.
Much Love,
EmMa Lopes

Author: EmMaLopes

Ser melhor e viver melhor são minhas maiores metas! My biggest goal is live better and be better everyday!

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