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Is it a mass appeal?

Was brought back to life,
by blissful orthodox,
Then foresaw this society
Robot cops
Government  dogs
I'm ignorance, I'm paradox
No food stamps, feed lies
flavour of variety
Overflow of passion,
or ridiculed with suicidal thoughts,
lack of compassion,
and they're your boss
Strive for the conquest
philosophical contest
All these human lies
Is philosophy your food,
when you're this kid from Africa?
My problem's never serious
Your stupidity should
die, it never could.
Maybe you'll stop crying
When you're country's a Syria
GET IT?? YOU'RE SERIOUS?
But ... Let us all be Buddha.

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