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Dec 2015
We are locked in a system
And religiously

We think we have order
But our order is disorder

Looking back, we ask..
Where did we go wrong?

Why is the system not working
As it should?

But can we change it..?
No matter how we rearrange it
We go back to where we started

The system has taken its roots
Upon our brains and bodies
It chokes our necks
Until our breathing becomes laboured
Yet, we do not die,
We just rot and fade...

After us , what comes next...........?
I dread to imagine

06 December, 2015
Jean Rojas
Written by
Jean Rojas  Philippines
   Alliana Griselle
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