Look at the place I dwell,
So much dishonesty is held,
So many lives melt,
So many people pretend to be well.
I see these people,living with no meaning,
They exist,consume and pass away.
Corruption is their winning,
They've got only dismay.
Education seems to be high,
But this is what people mostly buy.
Sorry,the future won't come to this place,
Now matter how government prays.
I see how people exist,
There is so much they miss.
Sorry,but the best thing is to just flee,
Nobody will even recall me.
Dwell
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