Sunday, 18 March 2012


In the midst of our
Freedom and plenty
We do not feel liberated
And satisfied;
Our liberties we grow
To despise;
Modesty and humility
Are at a discount;
Entitlement and distrust
Are the currency of our
Social relations;
Those who should be
Respected are mocked
Those who should be
Reviled are idolised
No good can come
Of this

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