There is food but the appetite is insatiable. The judgment of appetite is not correct. The stomachs are too many to feed.
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There are too many frustrated minds not knowing where the happiness can be sought giving rise to apathy and indifference.
There are too many wannabes not knowing to be themselves giving rise to innumerable casting couches.
There are too many aspiring souls seeking more than they can hold giving rise to an unending rat race and web of politics.
There are too many lechers whose libido is too high multiplying the number of rapes and molestations.
There are too many lazy and unchallenging people doubling the number of controversies and crimes.
There are too many souls- lost and confused- having no idea of where the destiny points to- giving rise to a tribe of druggists and alcoholics.
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The animal is hungry. And there is no food. He is unable to satiate his appetite. And his instinct of hunger is only growing stronger. He is prowling about, day and night, hunting, but there is nothing in sight. He then grabs whatever he finds in sight, making the innocent his victim. He has become like a man eating tiger- his habitat destructed and his body and soul marked with the scars of unjust wrath. He is scavenging around, smelling out flesh and blood and attacking- without any intention- just to satisfy his appetite, or, out of a mentality of enjoying torture, or, out of revenge.
The area within the radius of hunting grounds is so large that his victims are multiplying day by day.
There is no way but to slap the animal in his face and bring him back to consciousness. Or else watch in a silent, solemn manner how the number of people, his victims become animals like him or die by the intensity of his wrath.
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There are too many frustrated minds not knowing where the happiness can be sought giving rise to apathy and indifference.
There are too many wannabes not knowing to be themselves giving rise to innumerable casting couches.
There are too many aspiring souls seeking more than they can hold giving rise to an unending rat race and web of politics.
There are too many lechers whose libido is too high multiplying the number of rapes and molestations.
There are too many lazy and unchallenging people doubling the number of controversies and crimes.
There are too many souls- lost and confused- having no idea of where the destiny points to- giving rise to a tribe of druggists and alcoholics.
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The animal is hungry. And there is no food. He is unable to satiate his appetite. And his instinct of hunger is only growing stronger. He is prowling about, day and night, hunting, but there is nothing in sight. He then grabs whatever he finds in sight, making the innocent his victim. He has become like a man eating tiger- his habitat destructed and his body and soul marked with the scars of unjust wrath. He is scavenging around, smelling out flesh and blood and attacking- without any intention- just to satisfy his appetite, or, out of a mentality of enjoying torture, or, out of revenge.
The area within the radius of hunting grounds is so large that his victims are multiplying day by day.
There is no way but to slap the animal in his face and bring him back to consciousness. Or else watch in a silent, solemn manner how the number of people, his victims become animals like him or die by the intensity of his wrath.
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