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Feb 2015
No longer news, to hear men die
For powerful *******'s battle-cry.
Where are the people who ask "why?"
Among the many who simply sigh.

Not at all fair, to beg world's change.
While not accepting our puny range.
We may be people, but we are strange.
To wish to give nothing in exchange.

No right at all in giving ears
To men who've theived us all these years.
Powers and businesses have their cheers
Unminding the abandoned and the queers.

Nonsense, our nature to tolerate lies
Just beautiful to fool ignorant eyes.
How cruel must it be for reality's spies
To expose ugly truth all men despise.

Not theirs to solve, but whoever is next,
To make things right, to check from X.
But youth today, they delve in ***!
(not kidding, not jesting, not even a vex)

Not that we are doomed, this say I
As I watch my world blunder by.
With these mere words, maybe I'd try.
To reach out, maybe. I can't just sigh.

Never will I feel so great,
To live on a planet thriving on hate.
Economies failing, having no rate?
Someday nothing will be on men's plate.

Nothing but war, and negative
Aspects and things on which to live.
What is there to blame? Admistrative,
Judicial branch or Executive?

***** humanity, we'll all lose faith.
Right now I see the future's wraith.
This wound we can no longer swathe,
A filth we can no longer bathe.

No one can move, I change my mind.
Even my own hopes I can't find.
Show to the deaf and yell to the blind!
We are all part of an ill-starred grind.
This poem, I wrote nearing midnight. A start of another day down. Like that's relevant. It's long, I know, but there's still more to say and we all know it. Where is humanity going as a species anyway? I can't be the only one filled with rage and disappointment in the human race, right?
Bb Maria Klara
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Bb Maria Klara  23/F
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