Lost World Poem by SULAYMON TADESE FAOZAHNY 2
Lost World
Look for beauty,
Birthed anew.
Beneath it all,
I see right through.
There is no justice,
The wicked win.
On some level,
Through joy's false din.
There is no love,
Its created by the mind.
Search and search,
But never will you find.
We make our joy,
Perhaps its true.
But those in the world,
Are affecting you.
Children dying,
Innocence crying.
Wars are fought,
Greedy men,
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5/2/2024 10:17:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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