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Abdul Wahab


The World Of Falsehood


They have eaten so much ill gotten things
That they have forgotten that they are human beings
On the mirror they never see their faces, jaundiced
So with curled lips shout lies after lies
Their lungs are coloured
Hearts are coal fields
Absorb all
No light no reflection
As if they are born on deception
Or their parents never wanted them
Perhaps they are the results of defective condom
Being condemned at birth they think it is their right
To hoard to sleep to eat and to make pollution
Their minds are so poor
That they can not distinguish
What is false what is truth
This type of life is a waste, a curse
But the fun is that they do not know
If you tell them they grunt and screech
In this world I live and yet never I fear
Io bear the torch of truth
And in all pain I learn how to laugh
In this world of falsehood

Submitted: Saturday, July 13, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013
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  • Veteran Poet - 3,539 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (7/15/2013 9:12:00 AM)

    Poem describes the world we live in. People who elevate themselves by suppressing others. Nice poem about reality around. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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