the people i see are not the one i want to see,

the things they use are not the one i want them to use,

they are not my friend ,

they are not my enemy,

they are one of my creation,

as i have done many.

they created phones,

they created megaphones,

still not hearing my voice,

let it be there choice,

now i am not happy

now i am not sad ,

now i am angry

and they are going to be dead.

this creation of mine is the greatest ,

but it is destroying me at its fastest,

i am his father , i gave him the name ,

he is called human , and i nature full of pain.............



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