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May 2021
We are making too much fuss
We've forgotten how to smile
Every day we work, discuss,
Being ruthless, being vile...

We are greedy all the time
Without money we feel odd
And by thinking we're sublime
We have lost the faith in God.

For the Nature, we don't strive
Thinking that she's our right,
And if we get rich and thrive
We shall boast with all our might.

But as humans, we are cheap
And can see those who have eyes
That in graveyards lie and sleep
Thousands of important guys.
Octavian Cocos
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Octavian Cocos  M/Bucharest, Romania
(M/Bucharest, Romania)   
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