Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

POLES

The world was either flat or circular,
No wonder why there are poles,
Around the globe,
The north pole and the south pole,
Just a bite from a deadly apple,

Swaying and dancing beyond the drought minds,
The body was looking for someone to turn his heat,
For the sinful act, your guilt is the receipt,
After the entrance without proper script,

Money moves everything,
for it can be used for anything,
Your feelings won't feed your family,
Even faith should be actualized with hard work,
Still, don't know how to use such utensils like spoon and fork,

She plays her role as a treasure,
but founded popularly by customers,
She's not stupid, just a human decieved by the short term effect of money,
And the only cause is poverty,

Women's month,
Caring for the women community,
All means of job, even pole dancing in the middle of the nasty crowd was a job,
judging the person outside was inaccurate,
Feel her, not to fail her,

Give them strenght,
For they wil only swim in despair,
There's no such button for repair,
Her wounds, her eyes takes time to prepare,

In a single moment she just lived,
The fullest,
But there's no shame about them,
For they do this because of the society's imbalanced standards of living,

Put your crown on,
Stay on dancing,
But respect yourself first queen,
And chin up,
Don't look down again,
For it will only make the crown slipped away,

Women was great, as a parent, as a wife, as a friend, and as a Family,
For they were made by god as special as they was,

You are special,
A short series of words without connection,
I am finding fishes inside the sahara desert,

There are two kinds of poles,
The right and the wrong one,
Decide where you wanted to dance with.