Yet another day to celebrate,
To be friends,
To work in for nothing in the endless nothingness.
Yet another day to ignore the plight of others,
To see thing with blind eyes,
To pretend to be deaf.
Yet another day to give without souls,
To feel with empty hearts,
To take without thankfulness.
Yet another day to pray without believing,
To dream immorality,
To unfold life in a similar pattern.
Yet another day to eat, drink and be merry,
Just …….another day.
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