The unfeeling place.
The harsh and cold place,
left a bitter after-taste.
Like meat in the market,
being grabbed by the very wicked.
Devoid of any feelings,
to fill their pockets with stuffings.
Sacrificial lambs were offered,
to appease the huge wealth thirst.
Its always easy for people to exclaim,
"For exposure!" so they claim.
They are not in my shoes,
how will they understand my woes?
Like a man i will accept this,
even though I am feeling pissed.
Having no control over our destiny,
that's the harsh reality of society.
Every step drives me closer,
towards the brink of oblivion,
Like prey being put in the lion's lair,
why work for a boss who doesn't care?
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