The rich are well fed
Even if they are a 'pleb'
The poor are well slept
Even If they lack a bed.
Because the fortunate fill their minds with unfortunate times.
With their past crimes
and their future worries.
The penurious are worriless
Because in their hearts they've learnt to be warriors.
Their Penniless but they can see with their eyes, as they hold onto their smiles.
The king runs blind
While the peasants take their time.
One day they will rise.
From the dirt to the skies.
While the king sits on his throne, forgets about rock bottom.
Us lesser rise up, no longer forgotten.
Who runs the world?
The enclosed pearls
Protected, Deflecting, protecting, unaffected.
A revelation
For a revolution.
It will be evolution.
Some time in the future.
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Poetry Of All Sorts
Poesia- Book One Of My Poetry Series - Throughout life we morph and change depending on the things we see and the experiences we exchange. Poetry has been my refuge whilst taking on the small battlefields of adolescents. So I give to you, the beating h...
