Renowned Misfits

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Out there in the vastness of life
Where desperation meets strive
Sweat and tears silently mingle.

Man is constantly pushed beyond
Pressured till he turns cold
Where do broken dead souls go?

Point out what's not against us
We bear our forefathers curse
And religion is yet to accept us.

Should we die in shame?
Just because we are not the same.
Yet we all have demons to tame.

Among us walks diversity
Heads high even as a minority
But still looked down by the society.

Humanity long became a huge joke
Masses high on pernicious coke
Imprisoned by this negative yoke.

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