I see through the stupid-faking eyes that turn away from my demise
For I won't have no more to say if there's a dagger to my pride
As you would say, not much to say, it's just the world and its old lies, the people and their hearts
Aren't you human? I inquire
Aren't you people after all?
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Author:
M. Candelaria (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2026 01:32
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Comments1
This poem puts in poetic form that old saying that if you have nothing good to say say nothing at all. Well done. Happy New Year to you
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