Muddled
A muddled society is what we've become.
Contentious and so delicate of the facts.
Rioting over our facebook roots,
That's our knowledge,
It's become painfully inevitable.
Conformed,
Uninterested,
Selectively informed.
The inquisitive are an endangered species,
Unfortunately.
Maybe hiding in the shadows of the popular battle.
I expect an uproar in us all.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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