I AM THIER SON AND I TOO AM POOR
Tell me O world, who’s big?
The one who makes,
The one who operates?
Or the one who chooses my hard work over some machine shit?
Tell me O world, who’s royal?
The one who martyr,
The one who dies with philanthropy?
Or the one who is dies with cameras in this left arm, pretty silent?
Tell me O world, who’s rebellious?
The one who is cautious,
The one is not?
Or the one who doesn't care about cautiousness at all- deliberately dividing the nuclear families.
Tell me O very sane people, who is an ET?
The one from the stars,
The one from deep beneath the earth?
Or the one's within us, the next door crowd?
Tell me O very sane people, who is wasted?
The one's with currency,
The one's with power?
Or the one's with a little need and a craving “he”?
Tell me O people, I insist you show me how
It is a sin,
A sin to be born,
A sin to live,
A sin to feel complete?
When you all, with nonsense greed are never incomplete?
WHO AM I?
I am the one you don't see,
I am the one you kill ruthlessly,
I am the one they live for,
I am the one they'd die for,
I AM THIER SON AND I TOO AM POOR.
YOU ARE READING
what about you?
PoetryIf you have a heart at all, and if you see the pain of the sufferer, you shall find this work thought provoking, but if you are a cold hearted homo sapien, I assure you these would just be some words arranged in a fashion so as they appear intricate...
