This world a rock-hard jungle of insinuations,
That leaves nothing to the tender imagination,
Of humankind and the realities of tough living-
A trance state of paranoia and non-forgiving-
Airing visions of hell and shock in far places
Creating blind indifference with silent-stone faces,
With no luck for the ordinary and the irrelevant,
Sky spaces for those for whom status is prevalent-
Games rigged to persist with the era of non-entity,
Systems built and maintained to diffuse non-conformity.
J.Bibi
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