When,
in any society,
selfishness is at peak,
masses,
never observe,
what is good,
all around them.
They just dance,
like a puppet,
on the tunes of their,
masters,
senselessly.
Really,
mass has,
no mind,
its a simply,
herd of,
directionless sheep.
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