The Hasty Looking World Poem by Tenzin Tibet Kunsang

hi there, Edward, this isn't about my refugee status at all, it about us humans of the first clicking era, we live in a dummy world, where people generally live and die a pretentious living, all people care is a fake smile, a fake handshake, fake generosity, therefore our originality of being humane enough is sinking, so that was all i was lamenting upon in my poem, if you have further doubts, feel free to click, thank you for your time, i must see your writing too... that will be a nice exchange, isn't that?

does this refer to your refugee status? interesting. busy in an ugly bargain: i don't understand unless you mean you keep yourself busy in an unlucky situation. i see you have a lot of interests you follow as noted in your biography.