On the Wall
One of many on the wall
Giving pieces of once a whole
Doesn’t feel you there
Nor does anyone really care
Just a virtual pseudo name
Hi, is typed to mean none and same
Empty words are cut and paste
In a cyber of dumped and waste
What happens to many happens to one
Chasing away boredom, hunting fun
No value or moral goal
Copyright © Mohamed Omar | Year Posted 2012
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