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STIFLED
Superficiality has eclipsed the age,
In which I live;
What all has been bartered,
For endless hours,
Wasted in trivial pursuits.
O modern men of the Cyber Age!
I feel stifled, like a bird in a cage.
My soul should not have landed here,
Where there is little scope for it to grow.
No joy for the heart to beat.
Who knows,maybe the Beast has arrived,
To thrive,
In this rotten garden of prodigals,
Where most of mankind is on the run,
While some are bent upon having fun,
With the carcass of human freedom.
