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Underworld

Denial is the unconcerned enemy — A poem

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The city wakes up with a louder protest. While the hostage confesses to the threatening disease. With both hands out of sight. Stare at the disaster that stands out.

Temptation bows to the mouth-watering naked deceiver. Ignoring the twisted interest, that turns humanity into wealthy hobbies.

Drugs pay for the fingerprints to be hidden from the victims. Putting a new face on the underaged. All is forgiven when the politics control the blame.

Shooting stars are the only reason the casualties lookup. In the underworld that permits us to make decisions that makes no difference. Our jobs are the oil in the machine. Expendable slaves to the system. The sounds of the waves are the only true freedom.

Warfare calumny, that devours the corporeal autonomy. Countries made strong by the desperation that leaves angels weeping in devastation. There is a hole in the truth. With a friendly face handing out tickets to a better future.

Both hands back in play. As the underworld offers a deadline to our misery.

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