20/07/2016
We live in a society
That romanticises violence and war.
And in this society,
We constantly beg for more.
We live in a society
That demonises sensitivity.
And in this society,
We turn indifference to an activity.
We live in a world
That tolerates hatred;
And we laugh at those
Who are visibly aching.
And in this cruel world,
I have found myself conflicted.
Is our hatred learned behaviour
Or is it simply an affliction?
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Poetry❝IF I CANNOT WRITE OF MY WOES AND I CANNOT WRITE TO SAVE THE WORLD, THEN WHAT, DARE I ASK, IS THE POINT OF WRITING AT ALL?❞ A collection of thoughts, ramblings, and poems detailing the composite materials of a war-torn mind. Not recommended for thos...
