World of spider web
World of smooth criminals
World of weird motives
World of ironic waves
World of jealous creatures
Yours were the hands
Yours were the eyes
Yours were the laugh
Yours were the jokes
Gave me parents
Gave me shelter
Your blunders always
Yours identity always
Standing close, To me
Words , deeds, thoughts
Block my way
Now i know
I am illegitimate
Victim, exclusive
Piece of your dawn
Doom of our homes
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