Here I am
In the midst of chaos
Too many that we are restless
There and here
I would see
Countless wrinkles of pain
And of ugly judgement
I and many alike
Walk the aloof hasty looking world
With a mask too invisible
With a brain too over coated
And with the sinking originality
The time of dooming ethics
Visits our door
We are still unaware
Yet Busy in an ugly bargain…
does this refer to your refugee status? interesting. busy in an ugly bargain: i don't understand unless you mean you keep yourself busy in an unlucky situation. i see you have a lot of interests you follow as noted in your biography.
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hi there, Edward, this isn't about my refugee status at all, it about us humans of the first clicking era, we live in a dummy world, where people generally live and die a pretentious living, all people care is a fake smile, a fake handshake, fake generosity, therefore our originality of being humane enough is sinking, so that was all i was lamenting upon in my poem, if you have further doubts, feel free to click, thank you for your time, i must see your writing too... that will be a nice exchange, isn't that?