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Misery Loves Bliss

One tree falls down and that's an industry|

One leaf slides down and that's the misery|

A building is placed and that's the scenery|

The waters is privatized and that's the tyranny|

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  1. Yeah, it is sad to me.

    You have captured words expressing the dark side of civilization.

    Someday maybe people will wake up and truly become civilized.

    At least that is how I see this poem.

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  2. Yes you saw this poem with clarity. That's exactly what I was saying, short but straight to the point.

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