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War
Misinformation floods through every kind of media
What a troubled mind seeks, trapped within the echo chamber
****** into a whirlpool of twisted versions of the same event
Which tale speaks the truth, no soul seems to have an idea
It thrives on swift engagement and the wildly sensational
Making money on just how far to stretch the truth
Now it feels entirely different than it ever was

The audience is so well misinformed with their fixed ideologies affirmed
They grow ever more intolerant in their stubborn ways
Just one spark away from a raging, full blown fire
The algorithms assist this self conformed propaganda
The future is a war on what to  believe and not to
Now indeed there are companies who dedicate full time to this
Playing fast and loose with human aggression and emotions
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In world of fake news
truth comes out only a few
but you know,
Even if you are true
there is but nobody who believes in you.
Even AI is not sure about the accuracy of the news and are unable to fact check.
  May 8 Druzzayne Rika
Nylee
Sometimes I look in the mirror and cannot define myself
what are my morals, what are the rules to govern
I am in the peak of discern, noticeably keeping up with charade
I am yet to be sure, what is my role to begin with
who do I play today, the actor with grace
and imposter weighs, this place is a fantasy
I decay, in the body given to me, there is no gameplay
I live and believe, everything anyone says
I yearn that all souls, anywhere found,
Are truly at ease, on solid ground,
Their spirits serene, in comfort embraced,
No torment to bear, no longing misplaced.
May hearts hold intentions both honest and true,
With gentle words spoken, and kind deeds they do.
I wish every being finds vigour and might,
Achieves their ambitions, bathed in pure light,
Discovers the purpose their journey unfurls,
With stillness within, in their own quiet worlds.
May affection swirls where their feelings reside,
And wisdom illuminate all deep inside.
I hope every person, as deeply as I,
May know this liberation, beneath the same sky
  May 7 Druzzayne Rika
ophelia
i saw through your lies,
but i still miss you.
is that a sin?
a flaw in my spine?
then let me serve my sentence in memory.

she holds you,
but not like i did—
not like flame holds air.
her kiss is water.
mine was wine.

my love is wide—
victoria lake could drown in it.
it rose higher than the empire state
and dove headfirst
into the deep
where names echo and never return.

so tell me,
if i still desire you,
if i long for you to long for me—
is it a crime?
The raw emotion of Sade’s 'Is It a Crime?
A chip in the brain
Chips in my mouth
Chipping away normalcy
A good life, sparkling misery
Controlling world
Can't control my mind
Who's got control
Interconnected worlds
Happiness chipped away
Regrets kept underneath
Living and breathing
With buried ambitions
There is no way to find peace
The buzz in the brain is unease
How did we lose the independence
Now we cannot show any defiance.
Blind devotion, a dangerous guide,
While reason sleeps, and truths hide.
Did you see the fire ignite?
The darkness in eyes, extinguishing the light
what a day in a lost paradise
But it happens yet again.
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