Trampling hearts,
Trebling troubles,
By all means they are mean,
Call them dead while alive,
No mobility, no flexibility,
Dead to emotions,
As they squeeze all ease,
Call them dead while alive.
Money and fame
Is their only aim,
To get to what they long for,
They tame many,
Call them dead while alive.
Never they lean to listen,
What heart says,or
Wipe a tear,
To make some smile,
Their only expression is suppression,
No feel no heal,
All hurts ,
A passion which they enshrine,
Yes they seems so ,
But are not alive,
Call them dead.
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