A state of being

I’m torn by hypocricy

By a being that feeds on theocracy

I suffer not from illiteracy

But from that particular parasitic grandstander that hides behind democracy

The ‘’forgotten people’’ shall rage theirs wars 

Behind their minds, barred by a fringe of fear

A bullet for a dissident

A pit for a renegade

A monument, a demagogue, to suture

…my wounds.

My heart is a lair of lies.

I vomit at my injustice 

Crafted by my societal imbalance

Tell me if it is in my nature   

To tear up my own future?

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