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Faults of
November 10, 2016
The focus of truth is all but false,
Found petrified in this world,
Carved into stone are words of conviction-
A whisper of something unreal, untouched, unformed by this society.
We're molded into a mind,
Trapped inside thoughts uncontrolled,
No longer your own.
Few are left of a simpler generation.
A section of time no longer existing
Of real people, or an open person.
When you look into the future you see only plastic,
Robots,
No longer humane.
The things I thought,
I know no longer,
Because nothing can be true
In this society.
© Jena S., Cameron, WI
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I wrote this a long time ago and I know that Its not the best written poem. But at the time, it really meant a lot to me.