Everyday.
Or whenever the convenience is made.
There are claims of new diseases,
Threatening to diminish a way of life.
And everyday,
People are reminded of enemies.
Enemies depicted,
By journalists reporting the news.
Yet everyday,
There is some foreign shore picked...
From where these threats and diseases,
Develop to exist.
But there is not one day spent,
To eliminate the craze or the madness...
Invented.
By those who everyday seek to make a dollar,
Consenting to the marketing of their decadence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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