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Sep 2020
I look upon the canvas cloaking earth in its entirety, yet its not tangible.
Our sustenance, to sustain life it's critical.

Its companion has the shade we seek on a warm day, lovers carve their union to a part of history, we insist on destroying the beautiful, replacing it with decay.

Why do we march so valiantly towards demise, when we have the ability for ourselves to get saved.

Why do we seek intelligence, but overlook a simple concept as tolerance, is this how we were made?

I believe we borne with a blank slate, pure and kind, it is the infested dark of this world that infests and overtake our mind. If you lucky enough not to be borne into it, during your journey, prey, you it will find.

Embedded in history, a dark slithering serpent has this world in a bind, it is called corporations, they enslaved human kind.
We enslaved to this life, we can never break free, freedom an illusion, conveyed through common strife, we caught in a web, steel to the throat, knife.
Written by
Faizel Farzee  34/M/South Africa
(34/M/South Africa)   
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