I don't understand
how they can end up on top
giving out their command
while we harvest the crop
Masters of manipulation
proficient decievers
monsters made by creation
through societies weavers
while soldiers lose their lives
and people end up on the streets
still their class thrives
there is no hardship for the elites
A black hole made by status, money, and fame
society is lost to their twisted game
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Poetry
PoesíaA whole lot of poems that I've written in the past couple of years. They're really just my way of expressing any emotions or feelings I get not all of them are true though so... yeah sometimes I just write to try to relate to different things. I hop...
