Disarray

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Survival of the fittest is the way of the game
Die trying
Or curb the way

Be the light array
When hate comes your way,

Don’t fray
The world is at war
Consider it every day,
Modesty
Brightens decay

Caution!
Populace knows your tricks,
Pretend to sustain the hate
Please, don’t let it stay

You’ll make this far
Display no weariness
Don’t lead astray

Learn
Please, learn
How to play the game

Thank you for reading! The poem is part of my lyrical poem book, Truly Utopia.

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