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This be said, a sad a state,
How long can heroes duly wait?,
Everything has got a name,
Be brave to call it so, a game!

The world amidst all confusion be,
This for that and that for this, tossed sinfully,
Safe Space, your right and my right to be,
In truth, a hodgepodge of Baloney! 

In all its forms this selfishness'd,
Prides the lives of one an all, stays the people a sad oppressed,
Given in them, no point to say,
Let them live this lunacy,

Sounds so cruel but Excuse me!
I’m either hot or cold, not an ecstasy!
That does all work, and silence still,
When words need said, said it will,

For then on now, the world be warned,
Of this birth, diabolical beyond,
Which Artemis and Her Dragon sees,
Weakness now in your knees,

No wonder swayed our youth today,
Cannot distinguish night or day,
That come in twist a lisp to spit,
Corrupts the hearts by nasty wit,

Steals our youth and dries our bones,
Let us stop chatting and skip those stones,
In the outdoor a'chances take,
One day at a time, our lives we make,

Facebook, Facebook all the way,
Our brains be dull and thus sull-day,
And Twitter tweets and tweets all wrongs,
They are Sirens! Beware O’Youth of its songs,

Tik Tok Tik Tok all a’show,
A sinister plot lies below,
Waiting for posts all day long,
Keep it not waiting for your song,

And you will see that how you spread,
A weapon concealed to final bled,
That catch you off guard when you sleep,
Too late to realize, you endlessly weep,

When confronted, you cry a'foul,
A wolf you say, a wolf you howl,
But truth be told a’blind doth all,
If you don’t let go, into the pit you fall,

Call it what it is, its name,
Things they are, they are same,
Be not afraid by, all doth say,
Hold your guard, stand up every day,

Unless you learn to 'Call it thee,'
Its name by nature it must be,
Called out and challenged by the sword,
This sinister coward, a croaking toad,

Only then you shall see,
As clear as daylight, that hidden hypocrisy all the way,
But who’s to tell? Our youth be told,
Spit at you, thus snarl and scold,

Only prayers by parents said,
On bended knees and skin that bled,
So that youth may preserve,
For the future up soon, soon a curve!

For God Sake 'Call It what it is!!'
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