Realities of socialism: Looking back and moving forward
Shared Hands
The lone furrow digs deep, a path of pride,
But a field shared prospers, side by side.
The single flame flickers, a fleeting spark,
But a united fire lights up the dark.
Can a single voice a symphony create?
Is a single grain enough to feed the state?
The weight we carry, lighter when we share,
But where's the line, where does the burden fare?
A guiding hand unseen, a silent force,
The government's touch, its guiding course.
How much control, how much remains to claim?
The dance we tread, the ever-shifting game.
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Marcelinus Apakhade
Welcome to my thoughts, where words dance and emotions unfurl. I'm Marcelinus, I use literature to explore and express the tapestry of human experience.
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The imagery of shared burdens and collective strength resonates deeply, offering a poignant reflection on the interconnectedness of humanity's journey, excellent, love your works, subscribed, thanks for sharing!
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