Warranties

Look through your glasses with clarity,
At this world with no security,
What happened to the carefully crafted purity?
This world is but a parody,
Of the old recipe we all followed merrily.
Now we worriedly look around for the enemy,
Sitting and waiting for the horrible irony.
Where is our transparency?
Listen to the eerie cries of the wary,
And sneer because they need therapy.
If we were daring, we could find a remedy.
Instead of this warranty we place on each entity.

M.M.

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