Two billion account holders ply Facebook
Twenty four seven to communicate
Seamlessly, to enjoy one another's life's hook
As loneliness, sadness and coldness account holders dessicate.
Two billion folks share moments
Teeming with love and glee when they lean on one another
As one huge human family to escape tents and dents of torments
Inherent in insular lives which isolate a bothersome brother.
Though Facebook's platform suffers abuse
At the hands of malicious minds, Facebook remains a force for good
That unites folks from all races, religions and ramparts whose use
Needs soul-searching from big powers to rectify suicide bombers' mood.
Facebook rakes in big bucks without a doubt
But humankind ought to introspect over root causes
That lead desperate youths to tout a suicidal clout
To resort to fatal bouts that depreciate the fragrance of red roses.
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