They tell beautiful stories
to the ugly children
who never knew anything else.
They fill their heads
with falsehoods and lies
that not even the storytellers have seen.
They shower them with praises
of their imaginary perfection
that dance and mix in their dreams.
They, with their skewed realities,
their hidden resentment,
their deformities,
tell the young minds what is
(or isn't)
to have them hate and resent
and pass it on.
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