What is there to care, when backstabs are everywhere...
what is there to bear, when all men do is tear...
what is there to trust, when all we get is frust...
What is there to rely, when all that lie are lies...
what is there to fare, when the only coming is despair...
To be wise or not to be wise... the wise called the unwise stupids...
the unwise called the wise vains...
to silent or be silent...
either ways brings challenge...
silence becomes ignorance or mummified...
nothing counts, no one cares in the end...
Mouthers care to munch hearts,
but not mouth dignities...
So as a 'haha' becomes a 'baahh'...
what is done is degraded...
what is personalized is picked on...
So men are scavangers...
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