User blog:Riolu777/A poem.

Injustice, hypocrisy...an unjust buffet.

Chat beckons yet dampens the spirit.

No more shelter from your present, as the present is now.

Chat is a never-ending complex, belligerent.

Yet there is no grace in this vortex.

Woe is to he who doubts his security on this cesspool of pain.

Night breaks, fights break, chat earthquake.

When we all accuse one another,

lie to one another,

doubt one another,

falsify about one another,

we all know why.

Chat brings out the worse, and with this worse we all cry out in anguish.

Lest we all burn.