We're a billionaire
They are average
We live in a mansion
They live in a small home
We have a lot of money
They have a lack of it
We are one of the richest family
But I'm not happy
You know why?
Because for me this is a tragedy
They play with their playmates
I'm playing with my gadgets
They eat barnuts
I don't know the taste of that
They can go somewhere alone
I can't go without my guards
They have a family bonding
My parents is busy doing things
They go to church together
My parents spend time to their business partners
So if you'e a middle class
Don't be sad
But be thankful to God
Because you still breathing
Still eating
In the morning, afternoon and evening.
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POETRY
PoetryPoetry is an art A voice of a broken heart An eyes of a blinded truth A light in a dark justice A key for a true happiness And one of a beautiful piece, From a great pen bleeders.
