Our world's problem lies,
between an unhappy medium unwise,
although we all breathe,
blindly to never ceasing to seethe,
we differ in too many ways,
of intolerant and careless days,
altruism and egoism and empathy and antipathy,
we fight and we abhor,
instead of loving another to adore,
simply because,
we cannot agree for a cause,
it's a clearly unfortunate fact,
that we thoughtfully stay at distract,
keeping out of life as time's ticks',
sitting off stages with busying sticks,
altruism and egoism and empathy and antipathy,
there is no solution,
to our world's social pollution,
standing to rise and divide,
patterns always fall to collide,
our shame is of no goodwill,
our demise is to dance on breezes of ill will,
altruism and egoism and empathy and antipathy.
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