Prajna Singh
Published writing
CULTURE or CONTROL
Crossing through the wilderland, Populace maintained by us, Beauty sustained by us Told to us was the danger is the only visitor, The human, the only creature to lack humanity. We thought we'd be free. For we spread love For we spread life, And not cause harm and pray for glee. Oh they are building A panel named CULTURE, To cage those who illusion themselves to be superior, Those filthy little vi…