Saturday, May 19, 2018

The world

It's a strange strange world
For no reason
It gives a different life
To all around

I woke up everyday morning
If I am rich
I look for more money
All the day throughout
I live in a glass facade
Inside everything is for me
I have my own sun and moon
Earth rotates around me

If I am poor
I wish the rich waste more
So I can find my morsel
in their residue
Life is today for me
If I get my meal
I will survive
To tell a tale tomorrow

If I am middle
I am always confused
I love rich 
Though they keep me poor
I despise poor
Though they give me comfort
But they make my world dirty
The rich think same for me.

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