Endless, mindless, needless thoughts,
Pumping the young, nubile and the prodigious spines,
All we do is sit and just whine.
The men of Satan spew their venom,
While the whole world procrastinates to antidote until it gets them.
What have we become ,full of hypocrisy, blasphemy and egocentricity,
Walking in famine ,hunger and exploitation where even god doesn’t look with pity.
I plead,beseech,panhandle ,scream ;
Imploring you to wake up from this utopic dream.
As a day shall surge, roaring with the hue and cry of togetherness,
Upsurging towards the apocalypse of oneness.
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