From the moment I met you I knew you were a crook
A stealer of souls
A thief of dreams
You pilfer at will
And plunder with no care
Claiming you are filling their minds
Broadening perspectives
And the lonely lap it up
And the scared believe the hype
Handcuffed to a false narrative
The road ahead is bleak
The road behind abysmal
You foist your demons onto others
You squirrel away each alibi
And smother yourself in such cover
But they are not yours to take
But the masses will not call you out on it
Only those who leave can hold your feet to the fire
Serve up some apple pie and pass the popcorn
Tick tock
Tick tock
Categories: Culture, identity, Leadership, mental health, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
Clock
Work
Orange
It SeemS AGAiN..;)
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Great post 😁
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Thx. Cheers 🙂
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Thanks for posting this. Yes, if those still in power don’t call the devil out on his actions, nothing is going to change. What good can come of unexpressed opinions, or the opinions of those out of power? But there is hope. Increasingly we see more of the overly timid coming out from their mold encrusted corners and speaking out. Will it be enough? Will it be in time? Tick Tock indeed.
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True! Indeed, i like that the timid are starying to come out and roar..
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