Facebook
One puts the face not character
Not the heart but its fruit
What you see, an image not object
The field of lies
Birth place of couples
The race one will never finish
Day in day out
It conquers the multitude
What a caring mother it seem to be
Blind and ignorant is the user
His time flies while on it
Later to realize nothing achieved
Facebook, the fearless conqueror
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