It is impossible for humanity to be cleansed of deceit
Even the best brooms cannot get rid of this malignancy
There is no scalpel sharp enough to resect this tumour
And there is no mathematical equation to define its parameters
It is totally embedded inside the human psyche
There is no x-ray to map its spread
Not even an MRI can locate its origin
Its branches touches the deepest part of consciousness
Opening an avenue for extreme wickedness
It is the cause of the new hysteria
Nourished by the spreading social media
It is now a global pandemic
Affecting even the highest echelon of society
It affects all races, tribes and religions
It is not bothered by age or political affiliation
There is no medications to alleviate its symptoms
It is an advanced form of self-mutilation
It is radical and beyond reproach
There is only one exception
It does not exist inside Love
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