RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Turned Onto Suicidal Paths - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Products of our environment are poorly fitted for society,
maintaining levels of lower standards, steeped in ignorance.
Deficits, unallowable, exist abundantly, characterizing our
unwholesome ways of life.
Fruitless designs in the making, squashing individual efforts
towards creative excellence, bearing truths of our existence.
Laced with gossip and lies, placing blame on others who do
not deserve it, causing them to turn from life onto the path
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