One State.
Birth of a sole state,
One flag, one anthem, one army, one currency.
Undistinguishable bureaucrats administer rules,
Unelected, undemocratic, chaos ensues.
Human traffic flooding unrestricted borders,
Eurasian wolf packs, species predominantly male.
Refuge or wealth remains unclear,
Documentation disposed of nothing to fear.
Overcrowded nations,
Infrastructure, tolerance, emotion laid bare.
One nation resolves to exit with haste,
Rise supreme state,
Cast a shadow on the world.
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Richard Prosser
My experiences told through my poems.
I am at the beginning, please bestow your critique.
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Interesting story! Great work!