SOCIAL squabbling
Is it better if I don't understand you, you visceral, vicious, lying World?! An ominous web of my ever-restless free-mind: manipulative! The millstones of society, which start to rust, can hardly be seen by the simple, average, delusional man, who has been led, betrayed, and deceived millions and countless times. If an old lady walks down the street leaning on her stick like a bent birch branch, young boys will trip her with intent instead of comforting her sad pearls.
One should learn not only the winter trees - but the nobler humanity, character, will, which cannot be overcome by any Judas money-the law: you would be a man! Black Princes croaking on the bone structure of the trees settle announcing the miserable promise of the grim winter, when two-lane highways are just as destroyed and frozen. How do our neighbors do their job when there is a difference of thirty inches?!
The ringing-ringing tram rings a little more to the delight of the children, and while the wise, the scientist, would be the brain of society, the hungry ants, underpaid in the place of the hands and feet, are busy. Does conscience no longer lie on the responsibility of the scribes?! Who would teach children it is now deliberately despised and rather dismissed as a dangerous, culture-hiding, with immediate effect, since masses and spongy brains are needed these days, instead of animals - minds!
Anyone who deliberately goes out of circle, I fear, is equally prevented by the existing Orwellian system! And while millions of people groan patiently, who barely can afford flour, sugar, bread - luxurious wives, V. I. P. party faces in castles spinning on duck legs roar the parties among themselves until a bright bloom!
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Written on December 21, 2023
Submitted by oasev on December 20, 2023
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