I learn to swallow
From despicable horrors
Churned out from fully hollow words
Not sieved and almost always shallow.
I learn to swallow revealing, raining hard words
Displaying raw thoughts
Polished ethos and make-believed pathos.
As I swallowed my own spit
I learnt that the age
The time that we are living in
Couldn't stand this in-your-face assaults of millions by millions expressions.
Would I continue to swallow
When I knew that the bubble is about to burst
And the vile bile spewed on-screen will remain fixed
Imprinted permanently inside my bones down to the core
A social crisis is definitely brewing
Ignorance reigning to a greater height
And Easter Island is reliving its glory all over again
But this time through virtual monstrosity at a ridiculous immensity
Copyright © Rozmanshah Abdullah | Year Posted 2014
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