The whistle of trees
Soft rumble of stones
The harsh wind has blown up
We crumble down below.
Digging our own grave
Yet we blame others,
Together in a union, we complain,
Yet it is the same we do every-day.
Demise creeping up our spine,
Haunting us till the day we die.
Arguing and fighting during our ascend
Accusing each other for our mistakes.
And growing up to hate the so-called society which we make.
Giving it names and burning it down
But it ceases to exist as we are the ones holding it upside down.
Imagining a mutual enemy, to target frustrations.
Instead, we should be compassionate to one and other.
Rather than making a fake nemesis that we could all bother.
You're a piece of the society,
So remember,
Cause when you blame "Society", you blame yourself.
So turn a new leaf and learn to reconsider.
-Unknown
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Heartless Thoughts
PoésieThere are various kinds of art. Poems are word art. These poems are for the ones that faked smiles and laughter to everyone around them. These are to the ones that hurt themselves even knowing it was wrong. These are to the ones that suffer from low...
