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Wrong Scheme

THE SCHEME: The system is bad...! It's really sad. Times are obviously hard. It's not easy to come across money. Though it sounds really funny. As many can't afford two square meals. What of paying their bills? Only being in their shoes will you know how it feels. Teachers are serving willfully, But treated with carnality. Doctors working awesomely, Still handled with insincerity. The system is killing...! The common people are suffering the most. There's now corruption in every dealing, Families can't even accept to host. Now everyone accept how everything goes, Though it is breeding woes. No one knows... What tomorrow holds. But it seems everything shows, That nothing will ever change. Politicians are happily causing rage, At every given range. What a blacked age? Where you see so many smiling faces. Yet, having so many unsolved cases, because of bad treatment from people at high places. The story comes in diverse phases. The system is a dead brick...! Unemployment is at the highest peak. And who are you to speak? Without political referees you won't be picked. Such a deal at stake. The poor are in pain. And what does the private staffs gain? Yet,the government believe both are perfectly sane. Whilst the national crises makes them go insane. They say the covid-19 is the main problem, Where as the Russia-Ukraine war has wrecked the nation's laid emblem. The system is a disgust...! When the nation is totally misplaced. Who should we trust? Since the leaders are debased. Now both the young and old are desperate. For they have longed been on await. Perhaps, they might soon actuate. And what would be the nations fate, if that happens by a conjugate? Well, Let's say a big "NO" to war, And strife for the reformation of the nation's core. At least...That's all!

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