Bustling on the roads, sipping our coffees,
Smoking cigarettes, partying on weekends,
Spending our money on things that don't matter,
Like the new shoes, or Maybe the new Dress,
The pretty girl with a fake accent is Busy,
busy being anxious about her fashion choices,
because well, she got it all figured wrong.
Yet, she thinks she knows it all,
while hidden insecurities,
she believes her fake personality is top-notch.
So many people in meaningless gibberish
Wishing to stay updated with the world facts,
to become so opinionated that they can interact
about everything that exists,
But what are these opinions for by-the-way,
If the people you talk to, don't wish to talk to you anyway?
And then, come those who wish to align
with the world
Fight for their society, or the well-being,
Such that they are willing to take laws into their own hands,
Use their provoking skills to thrash someone in a mob,
who did maybe a wrong.
This man squeals "what shall police do in this?
Let's break the arms and make it the news."
Better are those sire, Who don't Speak Much,
Who say it when they know the crowd will hear,
Who talk what needs to be said, instead of,
boasting about the good dimes they have.
You'll find them in the NGOs, or maybe teaching a class of 10,
Some you'll find besides the river's filth, proving their environmental node,
Making agendas and
encouraging youth to contribute for the clean.
Look outside the window, if you will,
you will find so many faces covered with lies,
passing snarky comments to everyone side by side,
bringing others down by saying something witty,
So much that you wouldn't wish to speak,
to all those who are arrogant, and stupid,
So Stupid -- for they are unaware how and where
To use their true potential.
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