The Waste Land - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar
We do not know where we live now.
Here is no difference between man and cow,
We do not know if we are on earth or in hell.
Here darkness is brighter than light.
Here wrong is preferable to right.
Here love is hated, hatred is admired.
Here people are now tired
Of religion, truth and justice.
Here is no peace.
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