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I was born with an empty packet
filling it with enticing products as I grow
I’m yet to be forty and kids at ten
are already wearing stained jackets

What is this gene inherited from generation to generation?
haven’t we learn how it manifests,
as it gradually closes the gap between humans and other creatures?

A sweating conscience is still covered
with the blanket of misdeeds
empathy and pity more alive in the dictionaries
human kindness, practical only in poetry
as love is squashed by the strong rackets of our minds

The world has now become a public square
pack full with moderators of rights movements
but the ball of human responsibilities
completely plucked out of its socket

Perversion has drastically shortened its skirt
now getting almost bare as it attracts more lustful admirers
good deeds, treated like a worm
dropped into a Bucket of swimming Tilapias

The Alarm is ringing in emergency
triggering a staggering wonder
about the generation my kids become grandparents.
What has become of the mind which is now the chalk board
to daring adventures and extreme experiments,
with all ideas focused on romancing the other side of human nature?

Morality, now a tile to which curiosity walks upon
and sense of humanity greatly subdued by greed
we’ve been eaten up by this decadence
and our bodies supported by biscuit bones
the society will be completely consumed
unless we stop this cycle
which has reached its end-stage terminal process.

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