A Room
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Stupid people mingling with stupid people_
I was sitting in a room full of People.
Dull faces, bright faces with ;
Mine also
I saw the disrespect and respect at
the same time.
They forget where they came from
And i too.
They forget the brutality and the genocide,
and me also,
Maybe , we are the same because;
us are involved, with affairs _
İnto the corrupt behavior.
Our brains are sunk
İnto the deep ocean of
Numbn-esss,
The room, where i can see
Karma works , sometimes.
But more often
We, us , them
are in real suffering.
This is the travel.
a journey with blur faces
including mine
into the graveyard;
where we met
inside of ourselves.
Clock tinkling,
People mingling,
Us suffering.
and the train __Stops.
where it meant to be.
