O my city!
Civilized city!
Profit-sucking capitalists!
You stopped me
Everywhere…
Stopped my voice & body
My right to apply senses
Right for a petty human life…
O Photojournalists
Intellectuals, Humanists
O my Civil society
How kind you people are!
How can I unburden my unending debt to you?
For now…
This kick is the last gift from me, sweet civilization…
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