Selfish People
The Selfish People with blind mind
Not even thought of the effort behind
And create Stories of their own kind
But things became clear and confide.
The Selfish People wanted us to segregate
We don't even changed by the second rate
Although things were there to elaborate
And with pluck we have to concentrate.
The Selfish People and their raffle
Our situations were already not shuffle
The eventuality which was in baffle
Now made the things muffled.
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