The crazy den

In the chaos of how and when,

Knowing or trying to pretend,

Juggling between tear and mend,

A strife exists between mind and hand.

Divided by nations sharing the same land,

Running in the false race of being the better brand,

Oh whosoever played it really should have planned,

Strangely we live in what we barely can withstand.

World is the word around which I revolve,

Since stoneage none could solve,

Present globe laughs on us the evolve,

Craziness of the den is hard to absolve.

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