Freedom is given to the dead and wealthy
Slaves are what we are
Working for what we're not given
Relaxing is a pleasure in our mind
Bodies torn down bone by bone
By the ones that have it easy
Living in luxury and comfort
While we receive cardboard and benches
What a life we have to serve till we expire death itself.
- n.s.
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Poesía// sometimes I'm scared to let my mind wander but then I remember that my world can't run without it's creator // ________________________________ Do not steal my poems. If you want to use my poem in your book or as a quote, just ask me first and gi...
