Life is a song:
Sung in a happy and sad way
Received from diverse frequencies.
Swallowed in emotions.
Expressed through tears.
And happiness
And sometimes salty water fountains
—--- run down
When there are high
Its words are long
Hard to describe
Sometimes spoken through mumbling
And though smiling teeth says them
Inside its death
Those who are rich can describe it
To the sufferers of the world, it can not be put into words
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(such an enlightening read
and thanks for inspiring
my little scribbled rant
of a reply to your last lines)
'so true, the well educated elite
word or paint or act-out
the words, brush strokes and scenes
that depict
the suffering of the lowly, majority
how utterly obscene..
well then, mercy be
that's all in the past, now we're
all attending Uni's and getting
that good, good - Degree
just a shame, we ain't got time
to write, paint or script
our own generation's Voice, since
we're now
using our well educated status
to pay back our Uni, debts...'
(reality, oft resembles
a bad scripted attempt
at a morose humoured, tale
of pseudo existence...)
Yes! I feel life and privilege go hand in hand. If you're born into wealth and prosperity or if you're born into poverty, all add up to the way you view life. 💖 Good poem!
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