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Hollow Men
by : T.S.Eliot
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, s h a d e without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to deaths other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men
.we are empty inside
.we even sometimes get stuffed by rubbish
any one can manipulate our brains
and guide us like a group of sheep
.taking us to unknown destinies
our voices , thoughts ,and our ideas have no values
.they are like ash disappear within a small breeze
.our land became dry because of our attitudes
.we lost our values and virtue
we became emotionless like zombies
.seeking other's flesh to shut our hunger
.l o v e is only a way to satisfy our desires instead of emotions
death is a wish but no one can find it because
our souls are imprisoned inside our bodies
as if we live in a small sell surrounded by
.venom and darkness
yes my friends , we are the
HOLLOW MEN
ههههه 
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