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Honor He Wrote Sonnet 85

Enough with leaving this world,
In the hands of old fuddy-duddies.
Mark you, I ain't talkin' about age,
I am talkin' about mental maturity.
Long enough we've allowed tradition,
To wreak havock on our precious planet.
It's time for reason and nonrigidity,
To stand up and take charge, all unbent.
Inhumanity persists in our world,
Because the humans give a consensual wave.
It's time for the grown-ups to grow up and,
Redeem reins from those with both feet in the grave.
Ancient relics belong in museum, not in driver's seat.
It's for the young of head 'n heart to get the society lit.
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Make A Name (The Sonnet) | Ingan Impossible

Make a name to give hope,
Not to have control over people.
Make a name to lift another,
Not to look down on the people.
Be a symbol that burns bright,
Even when you are not around.
Selfish self is septic self,
Be an epitome of sacrifice unbound.
Only fools dream of ruling the world,
Sapiens dream of self-annihilation.
I dream, breathe and live as servant,
Servanthood brings sanctification.
Fall without fail at the feet of the forgotten.
Lend a hand to lift a heart, together we are beacon.
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Give Me A Keyboard, I’ll Give You Revolution (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Yaralardan Yangın Doğar

I just want to write –
that’s all I ever want –
to write, write and write!
The day the words stop coming,
will be my last corporeal night.

Either I shall die by an assassin’s bullet,
or I shall die on my keyboard,
but I refuse to die of old-age and disease.
Death scares those who are scared of life,
I have already lived my life in service.

I live on keyboard, I’ll die on keyboard,
Keyboard is my instrument of illumination.
Nothing short could satisfy my palate –
Give me a keyboard, I’ll give you revolution.

With my keyboard I’ve defended the meek,
With my keyboard I’ve castrated the pricks.
With my keyboard I’ve brought down dictators,
With my keyboard I’ve schooled bigoted pigs.

With my keyboard I’ve raised Gods by hundreds,
With my keyboard I’ve delivered world-builders.
With my keyboard I’ve produced hatebusters,
With my keyboard I’ve raised bulldozers.

Death is but a myth – body dies, not bulldozer;
Body is merely a vessel for the mission.
If you want your ideas to live forever,
You gotta sacrifice your life for a vision.

I never lived as body, but only as a dream –
My life is testament to the dream of united earth.
I don’t have a message, for I am the message –
Sacrifice is beacon, that illuminates the universe.
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