One day we wake up to realize
Life became closed cycle
Repeat of habits and habit of repeats
No motive, no destination
A merry-go-around of dullness
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Men drink from TV and Tablets
To celebrate social events
Birth of the nation or super bowl
And occasionally look into horizon
Feeling a vague and distant memory
Of something from unknown times
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Streets become array of concrete
Vacant and distant when a
Thirteen year old girl becomes
Sexually active, despite all teaching of virtue
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Facebook, a union of virtue and vice
Becomes the meeting place of
A generation whose language is
Beyond comprehension of God and Evil
To meet and satisfy its lust
