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Feb 2016
In a messed up world
Where money is gold
And respect is gone for the old
How do you expect me to mold
Where trust is a gone case
And money and fame are all you would have ever wanted
In a place where peer pressure is shamed
Even though we are all pressured peers
Where body, hair and face is all that matters
And smiles are taken for granted
Children are slaughtered
Elders don’t matter.
Where there is no one to miss      
For attention could be your sole bliss
“WAKE UP AMERICA” we say
When the best get away would be to be in a deep slumber
Away from judging eyes and first world problems
Then to be awake and fully cautioned
All we want is to be known
To be grown in a place where money falls like rain
Fake people, fake smiles, and fake relationships
So please tell me how you want me to live in a place
Where the air is contaminated with selfishness and greed
Where breaking hearts is considered to be “cool”
And bodies are left uncovered for selfless people to drool.
In this society doll faces are wanted and
Dark people are known as unfortunate
Where race, gender and caste define you
Save me from what I am forced to become
And forgive me for not following your muddy footsteps leading to mindless conceptions
Because I refuse to let your demons swallow this earth with tarnished imbecilic opinions
I want to make my own footsteps that leave engraved pleasure.
      

                                                                                    -s.s.s
qyrah
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qyrah
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