SocietyA Poem by sheila.jSociety is a plague, a sickness Spreading disease and creating weakness Making you see yourself in a dark light Pushing for an internal fight The hatred always increasing The expectations never ceasing
Society isn't diverse It's the exact reverse Striving to be the same Clones, where the only differences is the name Everyone trying to be the perfection It's no worse than a deadly infection
Society is a mutation Deformed in a poisonous relation With people going insane Putting themselves through uneeded pain The imperfections are magnified Put into persepective for the ignorant and terrified
Society is a predetermined fate Where only the insecure can relate It preys on the indecisive and pliable Putting down the independent and reliable It's genocide for those with heart And the people who refuse to take part © 2012 sheila.jAuthor's Note
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