Diverse,yet our core bond,
Expressive nature,mild,a naught,
Conformant s,we become,
To a social caste ranking ground,
Constantly dancing to a tune that we loath,
Perpetually ringing in our skulls,
As we nod in unison to its drugging rhythm,
Puppets to a murky view of existence,
Slaves to a political system of infidels,
Impertinence,striving to feign dissatisfaction,
Beleaguered by a mirage of victory,
Providing fortitude to a malnourished conviction,
Still holding close to the heart the dream,
A masterpiece opus that is a euphoric society.


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