With arms I say.
Come walk my way.
And bring the day,
To where I stay.
For a lesser men.
Unknown to them.
Is hardened by,
Economically.
Not knowing why.
Because the rich get rich,
The poor stay poor.
A ride to hitch.
Naked upon the floor.
Listening to heavy steps at the door.
Socially, they say.
Close your eyes.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 10th, 2025 06:43
- Category: Unclassified
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