Friday, 28 August 2015

I don't care

I wonder if you 
Wouldn't mind
If I'd be truthful

It's just a fact that
I really don't care
What goes around

As long as my own
Wants are fulfilled
Let the world burn

But how can a poet
A sensitive artiste
Be so hypocritical

But really I'm not
Because I just don't
Care even a tiny bit

Outside world burns
Many beings starve
I clean my own room

Everyday I do die within
Just as our world burns
Since I really don't care

Darn the unfair world
Gimme my buttered loaf
I have traded my soul

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