SONNET 587
By JH Sayyar
All things move around three poles;Money, sex and our earthly fame;
Girls lose chastity in search of goals
Media wings fame package to tame
A cute innocent girl for darks aims!
Behind it the power I bluntly blame
For this unholy and hideous games
Such characters among us: Shame!
The fault I trace just lack of true lore
Of reality, life is short, time is long
In bad deeds fame; a job of whore!
You leave when rings death gong!
Give solution Dear do not criticize!
Think positive; make you ever wise
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