This life.

by Andrew   May 18, 2008

Cant anybody ever watch and wonder,how us humans can survive in this lions manger, where our rights are swallowed by the savage jaws of our politicians, and with our lives addicted to this plasmodium that never cease.

The wars never ending for everyday a soul lays lifeless, but our leaders stand and stare wonder how they could ever be selfish. The thorns on the winding roads act as my carpet, where i tread with the soul of my feet as my shoes.

The wrath of hunger wiping clean our people, with the scorching sun of day sweeping our lands dry. The economy in this manger ever seems to decrease, the population inside ever seen to increase. The youth stay jobless and satan creeps in their genes, and to crime the resort for their idleness it will help them relieve.


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