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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