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Nov 2020
Like the army corpses paying for caskets
While the rich gorge on gluttony
Wolf in sheep clothing
When they just fat little pigs
That's rich...
Sometimes I feel they had just switch off
the light in the world, like a light switch
Well that's rich!
Why?
So this world can be reborn
When the first light kisses a retiring night
A new aged dawned
With divide and ruling the ensuing chaos
Encaged in a fake freedom
Our thoughts caught in what's right and what's wrong, what they will say
Don't offend or joke or be or breathe
This the life we lead, conscious but struggling to breathe
You have to be what they want
Even if  you just want peace
Say without boundary or offending belief
We living on eggshells
While the world gnawed to its core slowly bleeds
Are we really free?
Or is this just a perception perceived?
There are lines in this world
If we cross them are we deceased or are we
truth
Written by
Faizel Farzee  34/M/South Africa
(34/M/South Africa)   
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     Cné and Imran Islam
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