CLONES
Human mind
liken a prison of misery
never trustworthy
not forthright
pukes lies
hides the truth
Creating enemies
Still alive.
Oh! look who is climbing
a success wall?
A winner
is always despised.
A creator
is never credited
for what crafted
in real- a genius.
They show all
what they inherited
Even the bad tooth
A broken heart
Or a shallow smile.
They have lost
called- individuality
A colony of clones
A hive of forgery
A market of dealers
All mercenary.
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Beautiful lines.... A colony of clones A hive of forgery A market of dealers All mercenary. Clones keeps on coming as humans mind is not trustworthy many a times a creator is never appreciated... Very true said........Loved it.