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The Face of Struggle

The face of (........)

Is just a punching bag,
Care by tired bodies
dehydrated.

From places that flags
are handkerchief for Sneeze
and toilet paper.

Testicle disappear,
ovaries become testicles,
the kids become males.

Dreams flying in the sky,
The truth is totally untruth,
it was not a myth the fairy tales.

The hate increasing just
like the heart beat,
and man acting like a beast,
they don't even care about their
own kids. I have seen it.

They are lost,
none sense integrated,
They all use Wikipedia

Different names, They have been call,
and the money running along the media.

Mean while,
they still hungry,
For them there's
nothing funny,
that littler girl lost
her pony,
No fairy tale,
now she wears a pony tail,
that boy lost his cowboy,
now He is confuse, whether his a man,
or a gay boy.
The father has not heart,
the mother She became blind,
everything for a new destination,
because home now is a question,
religion is their anguish,
for something the never wished,
now they have to wait,
everybody getting rape,
hunger is a pain,
tears has not sense,
lying is better for them,
faking all over the place,
there is not turn around,
they prefer to bow,
the music stop having a sound,
and the struggle become pronounced.

I have seen it,
and They are coming.

Sena