REALITY WAS MINE

 

 

 

 

 

Blocked were the truths,

Revealed were the lies.

Insulted were the innocents,

Praised were the corrupted.

Publicized was the fakeness,

Hidden were the  realities.

Crossed were the people,

Uncrossed were the silences.

Shown was the crime,

Reality was mine.

Humans were them called.

Never satisfied,never sighed.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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