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About This Poem
People are us, after all
People are us, after all.
'Familiarity breeds contempt'
True to its ware...
Once,
crisp and young, dynamic and ambitious,
off we soared high to reap realms,
with white sheets flaunting
bold lettered honours in hands.
Then, somewhere,
Along,
Visions blurred
In the years of sweat and toil
For a common object
in shrouding society to sparkle
(A facade kept well)
Together,
in shine or shower,
dusk or dawn, single or collective,
Turned into mundane blames.
Fumes of puffed up emotions
hurled thro in the air
Faces frowned, mouths scorned,
Fingers pointed and then
doors slammed shut.
What is hurled, and where
And at whom,
Nobody knows.
A thing sure is , if a beating human heart,
The heart beats
In tune with what the head lures.
For wealth, maybe, or for power,
Obstinate ego or mere sticky laziness.
Anarchy spelled out. Period
Me and you, two and twenty
Pool together, breed larvae
Hatch out into a population
Of fathomless negativity.
People we are, after all
Multitudes of imperfections.
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