Not With A Regret.... Poem by Malaya Roses

Are you the finest?
A man
A beast
A human
A kind
Touch the sky of mocking life
Above absurdity of hatred
Come to the earth of thousands blade
Confusion
Require diffusion from one's truth
life is lame for the poor kindness
Passion is game
All about money
Affluence
Influence
You thing nothing more than him
Make the skin at clashed color
Reduce to the same result
Not redundancy but soliciting lies within man for a hope
To be truthful
For once
Still the same questions ponder my brain
The same heart
Broken behind smile
Thrust of the deceit kills it again
And
I just see them die within me
without regret.

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