Confusion Poem by Debora Soramaki

Confusion



As we became surrounded
By a multitude of choices
Our dreams became grounded
Listening to the many voices
Confusion was the game plan
That was overtaking mankind
Soon the making of a culture
Made it difficult to find
In a hurry to go nowhere
Blinded from the perfect leisure
Soiled by the poisoned glare
Surely given to a seizure.

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