
Yes, poets are broken,
They are true reflection of the society,
And all that it stands against,
Not that the society actually does stand against,
Because we are not only broken but also unfinished.
Yes, poets are sadists,
They are what everyone is trying to overlook,
In their quest for love and perfection,
With happiness that knows no end,
But still we are all sad inside.
Yes, poets are liars,
Just like the rulers,
And everyone under their umbrella,
Feigning nobility where there is none,
But poets don’t,
Because they portray reality in words.



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