We experiment,
With trouble,
Never leaving
Good enough, alone
We have succeeded,
Turning, into ruble,
Almost every decent
Feeling,
Once upon a time
Ever owned.
Breaking good rules
Is not success,
Without respect
Good behavior
And tolerance
Social equilibrium
Will never be obtained
Nor a more,
Just society, gained.
We are on the road
To very big Trouble
Time to reflect,
A free for all society
Led by fools,
Without any rational rules
Is Doom, waiting to project
The worst film,
We could ever expect to get.
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A well penned powerful piece, dear Ma’am Sandra...10+++