New Breed Poem by Aram Stefanian

New Breed



Isolated, violated, separeted, alienated
Alone in the desert, thirsty and starving
Looking for water and running into blood
Seconds, minutes, hours, days and weeks are wasted
Neither money nor love any longer seem charming
You're scared of another devastating flood
Your immmaculate soul on the earth isn't wanted
New breed does need more qualified farming

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Aram Stefanian

Aram Stefanian

Yerevan, Armenia
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