What is it?

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Painted nails,

Sketched faces,

Plastered smiles,

Uncovered bodies,

Blood-smeared hands,

Honesty ends.

Prejudieced opinions,

Persisting racism,

Viscious intentions,

Greedy interventions,

Virtual life,

Sexual assault,

Merciless stance,

Facebook romance,

Evolving technology,

Undying poverty,

Fading religion.

Is that a society?
What is it?

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Author: Alisha

A writer living in Mumbai.

38 thoughts on “What is it?”

  1. *So many comments, it takes so much scrolling to reach comment section*
    That is the simple way of saying this is society. But society is bigger than that. So much bigger than that: For ever five stupid things you listed you will find one good kind thing happening. Even if that small kind thing is watering a plant

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  2. Good one here, I like ending with a question.

    Status Quo
    FEBRUARY 4, 2015 / DOUGSTUBER / EDIT
    Untitled We are all humans .

    There is no doubt, even though this poem is 16 years old, the this type of problem

    is now a lot worse than back then.

    Status Quo

    For now the streets are cluttered:

    The poor kill off the poor,

    But this won’t last forever

    If the “Quo” keeps getting worse.

    Guns for sale in neighborhoods

    Where crime is the only living

    Quarts and vials and bullets

    Take without ever giving.

    “Innocent” bystanders

    Are the ones to blame.

    Standing by in times like these

    Leaves everything the same.

    The quo goes “living standards

    Will be on the decline.”

    While multi-national barons

    Continue their money climb.

    No chums around a fireplace

    When you can’t pay the bills.

    While money-man is traveling

    In search of bigger thrills.

    Sooner rather than later

    The poor will raise their arms.

    Replacing all the suited men

    Regardless of the harm.

    The system as we know it’

    Is fading thanks to this:

    The greedy haven’t realized

    Their life ain’t worth a piss.

    The ticking clock inside the bomb

    Has passed the witching hour.

    There is little hope for most,

    So when will freedom flower?

    It will when people with the time

    Turn to lend a hand,

    It will when greedy governors

    Give back a hunk of land

    The quo has made it possible

    For us to live like rats.

    Your life to them means nothing

    You could end up a stat.

    As the status quo gets worse

    Violence rules the day.

    We better help each other now.

    Let us pray.

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