GRIEVES
There are grieves and grieves,
all around in our lives,
getting pleasure is like a dream,
to find a dropp of cold water is rare,
and there is continuous scorching heat,
truth has been insulted here,
bombastic one is respected,
evils are reigning,
and goodness is in prison here
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Reads like a very sad state of affairs.