PROGRESS
Man has progressed leaps and bounds,
But why there are new diseases,
Not curable,
Why there are so many mysteries,
To be sold,
Reality is that,
Mosquitios and viruses have progressed,
Much more than us,
And we are helpless,
In our den,
Crying our fake materialistic progress
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