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A world run riot not with color but anger.

A yell dots the air and yet another intersects it

before the reverberations of it’s echo have died down.

And your world seems a different one, an unreal one,

a faraway one, a dream one.

I dare not comment, I will not comment.

For nothing is what it seems.

And though I lived there once, I feel a million realities weighing me down.

I cannot convey the infantilism that surrounds.

And it is not infallibility that is in doubt.

The sureness of hate has no time for doubt.

                                                              – Linus Fernandes