In my life I give to thee
The very main reasons
Made for three
The wealthy
The middle
The poor
What can they do.
But for everyone of these
They all in involve you
Each one of us
Are affected by the one.
Even from each generation
Giving birth to a son
But it doesn't matter
For those in charge do not care
They'll strip you away
And leave you're back bare.
What is there to do
When no one's to listen
For those are not wealthy
Can't make ends meet
And struggle to stay wealthy
So rebel to the man
Give the world what it needs
For those who are with me
You will know what I mean.
But put our minds together
I know we will find
Just what we need
Just read between the lines.
- Author: Danny Drey (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 1st, 2016 23:51
- Category: Short story
- Views: 24
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