A poem for the hypocrite.

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Meddling with other people's business as if it was life depending.
And pretend that you're here to help and then keep on pretending.
And lazily wake up the next day, and inside the crowd you're hiding.
As if you did nothing wrong but your words are still surrounding.
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Maliciously breaking everybody and state: that's not hypocrisy.
Playing with the life and death and do it all for democracy.
Your own government is leaded by the system of autocracy.
But then again, you are the only member of your aristocracy.
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Your biggest skills are social ones, things you call socialization.
And I can't process when will you stop with your mind colonization.
But if I think about it, for those things, you don't need validation.
Drowning in your sorrow, and today, through this poem, it's the first time I take action.

Feel free to send this poem to anyone who has betrayed you, I give it to you.


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