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Sep 2022
Man, woman, child
No matter the deck, your cards are void
I am to blame, the child of the future you destroyed
Every day, I apologize
But no actions cure my infection
Long ago pandemic
Becomes endemic
My complacency
Crippled all of us
Those who spoke about justice
Refer to "just us"
How can I live in bliss?
Who can claim that?
Will today be the time
Of disgraces?
I see darkness in the light
On their faces
Today is another mode
Of applications
Today, if I died
The cycle would never end
World is a crackhouse
Distributed by the top
Even when the head falls
The struggle never stops.
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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