Thinking Irrelevent

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I sit under tree and think in isolation, unable to perform or offer consolation, does this matter? or merely a question, is it absured thinking without any relation? I reel under anger and burn with rage, soul so helpless as lion feels in cage, As we see fire weapons only in page, feelings may run high but can't manage, I want to clean up, throw or destroy, All evils, dirts and only pure thoughts employ. Not huge army or battalion for purpose deploy, Put brave front, dashing thoughts and no decoy, I see urgent need to rise in arm, Befitting reply when done some harm, Tit for tat when deceived or no response warm, Tactfully hide emotions with beautiful charm, I may be in readiness and draw weapon, Keep it ready with edge so sharpened, Use it rarly when crisis deepen, avoid conflict and dialogues open, If sword is to be drawn, then it must seek blood, For noble caue and not for selfish end, sacrifice message to be understood and sent When country is reeling under heavy flood, Boats are to be pressed in service for food, , I think no more and jump to serve for good, Improve the situation and bring it out of wood

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