A far fetched thing for the wretched of earth,
A lexicon existent only in form and name,
A tool of deceit and oppression by design
By those of muscle of money and fame;
An abused concept by the powerful few
In a mindless world of shame...
A waste of time and hope of the helpless,
For a winner-already-known type of game!
|| Know no more about me, I, me and myself, in all; Than the perturbations of thoughts and feels, That, everyday, rise and fall.|| For an older version of my blog, visit here.
Saturday, 23 February 2013
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