When the mankind united,
Was it all propaganda?
The people delighted,
Hoping it's not an agenda.
Has it come to this,
Gambling with emotion.
Mocking bliss;
For your selfish notion?
The sky lit with fireworks,
The scene splendid;
Makes me nervous,
Is it the ending?
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