Careless we walk
Nonetheless the talk
Folly in bulk
Quiet is every folk
Presaging a dark tomorrow
Today's shine eroded
By our very own self
Necessary morals rejected
Painting a tomorrow of hollow
The sanctum sanctorums are mute
Acclaimed patriots are the worst culprits
In a nation of holier than thous
Beneath their minds are the darkest darks
Ohh what an impending gloom
Spelling out our worst doom
For the innocent future
Inheriting their predecessors folly
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15.11.2017 Poem
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