No One

The masses are yelling Yell of no one is heard Societies of infection Drags of bones Not having depression, Nor using drugs, And the no one shouts: “……..” Individual and art Poor masks of poors The stereotype one : “We are right” Characters are broke Masks are still held More diseases spread out The generation survives Era, feeling of decades, And sense of themes reborn and die Human fads, still proves himself Mumbles loudly: “…….” Oh…adaptable creature!