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Nov 2020
It's that time of the year again
We generally jolly, merry and happy as human beings.
Unknowingly, we reacting to a past notions
singed into history
Adopted into a torn fabric of society stemming from dark victories
Woven in time, completely unseen.
Set in motion by attrocities, yet we still happy as can be.
This time of year to me always a mystery
Everybody seems so robotic, just one example of how we were pupperteered
Caught in trap, with no real artillery
It is their masterpiece engineered, a webbed bewichery
Happiness a lying truth
So we can continue our free mysery.
Corporations gives us our "bonus"  but have you spend it immediately
again
On a premise loves measured
not on that you'd die for them, but how bright things bling
Not that you carry them in your heart
Or you think when they speak angels sing
Diamonds are forever, just a ad with Icarus wings  
False romanticism, still marriages fail
over the simplist things
The diamond is forever
Eternally reminded of the failed
time and energy you spent
We fell for the trick, now we get beat with that stick
Staying in debt, so you can never escape
Endless, we fish in a barrel I feel.
While our masters, pimped out in apparel
Steering the wheel
Dangling their scraps to the masses
A endless cycle unbroken eternal it seems.
Written by
Faizel Farzee  34/M/South Africa
(34/M/South Africa)   
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