Dissenting a lot..
It's not roses, I remember now!
What's with the anger?
Is the hatred peeking outside?
It's not you people.
The envy is closed as of now.
I fight with our minds
The moulded, disturbed
Washed minds
Stretching to each side,
Each string tuned to each scale.
They act as puppets
In a struggle for power.
They believe what they get
Is what they deserved.
Poor peach, does it know?
Hide them a loaf and
Hand them a piece.
They will be grateful!
Carry on! The play continues...

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