Healing Shame - Poem by Litan Dey
Money replaces money
Hot game! Skin and we
Mass killing for single!
Waste of cloths for new look
You are being shamed...
We have the right to do any
We can melt, But you are only dead
They forgot only poet expire,
Not their writing
Polite kills shame
Goodness is the death warrant of shame
Who to shame? No one...!
Everything is fine,
Just join the naked mile!
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