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They Are Fake
Passed from the green and mighty hills Mosses and herbs and other natures mills
There pleasant fragnence from that moist rain
Healed my wounds and all the deadly pain.

I remembered some people with many greedy wishes & wills
Fake promises they all make, but no one ever fulfils
I wonder with this fakeness how do they sustain
This thought always, drives me Insane .

Look at there brain always blocked with cocaine
Look how the power has bound them in a dark chain
They promise the poor, there needs they will fulfil
Secretly they send there people and make them all kill

This is not an Illness that they will take pills
It is a sin so they will always get chills
By suppressing others what can they attain
Even if they attain, from it nothing they can obtain.

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I dont know whether this is like a poem
coz i wrote it in 2018.sorry for the errors if any


© Fallen bird