Rhyme short poem

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once I wrote some lines
and now often write sometimes
I write for fun, let it be passion
and often write in happiness and depression

many times, I write so deep
the bare truth I couldn’t keep
people interfere in my content
play up with my views
ask me to be competent
popular in dues

I think my words, my creation
can someday meet appreciation
it’s difficult to understand rhyme
the poetry of mine

maybe in future
I’ll be great
can speak against them
on their face straight

thoughts are fresh
against social mess
but let the readers
whatever they guess

I have power of rhyme
greatest born weapon
I can use it at my most meanest time
and can make any change happen

but still traitors tread
I can assume their head
and maybe, one day
they will understand
can pretend
their broken rhyme mend

and I will lead the deed

they would hear the song never read.

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