I thought I understood a lot of life.
I figured others valued truth and fair
attempts to win. I witnessed acts of strife,
assuming bad in character was rare.
I bent some silly rules without a care,
but I expected morals to endure.
I didn’t dream the breakage many dare.
Of late the chaos grows, and there’s no cure.


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