I can name & shame, too cite any
clause,
But that’s facsimile, defective,
being imperfect;
Still if inscribed to be noticed
or seek ackers,
Ah! Then restricted I shalt be to mere one sect.
So, why blame who equate ‘it’
with hell?
As such restricted dwell in well;
If globalism ought to have forever
thrived!
How it landed in dungeons, now barely
survive?
What happened in due course is
explicable,
As assembled all funded
discontented feeble;
And one by one on paper
inscribed,
From complexes to guilt to
misusing plights!
Not all are saints nor
shopkeepers,
Nor be any land that could thrive
in unison;
Who’s mentor who’s mentee,
unascertained,
Teachers aren’t any, mentees never
gained!
Came a time when ‘it’ saw one
trait,
Who could dream most & who shares’
take.
Alas! All hungry in one room were
each other’s bait. ☹