How can anyone conscious of a deed done...
They were not aware of it?
If honest mistakes are declared to be made,
By those who are consciously making them...
Most of the time.
Why are the ones unconscious,
They are 'not' incompetent.
When they have left traces of their tracks,
Left all over the facts!
Supported they are,
By those who continuously make...
How much of reality is, indeed, faked?
With no one held accountable,
For a quality of life watched fading away.
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