When the society is found
Totally broken,
Still with more breakage waiting
Found as a pool
Full of innocent tears
As a golden history of corruption
As if a historical place of failure
Though surviving but
Unable to withstand again.
Still future waits for good
Way waits for light
Though aware of
Leading towards
Floating destiny
Which we often want.
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