We inhale impatience like we need,
And use intolerance as our shield,
We make promises, so to break,
And trust is sold for a lowly paycheck,
What may become of humanity thereof,
if ever truth is given its final send off ?
This poem is submitted to the following challenges-
#A to Z April Challenge 2015
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Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
#Ultimate Blog Challenge April 2015
#Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge April 2015
#NaPoWriMo April 2015
Image Credits - Google Images
Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)