Corrupt
We are all such fruitless trees...
Soaking up the sun with bitter schemes —
Littering the ground with barren leaves —
While planting useless, sterile seeds.
Always trying to grow quicker than the others,
Gleefully smothering them in our shade —
Only taking...
While bathing in the empty accolades.
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