The Mad Horse
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Rahman Henry
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There are abandoned, torn apart shoes to and fro
By the discarded road side;
Crazy, the mad horse that running far away
Throwing you all on the streets___
Plato says: It's nothing but the state-powers.
If the sun goes on vacation
None but darkness is the murderer of the diaphanous sky.
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