THE POOR PEOPLE - BY DARKPOET

THE POOR PEOPLE


Equipped with weapons

Shattered by demonds

The rich ride on its horses

Like a man that burnt his bridges


Blessed abundantly with natural abilities

But still look subservient to his capabilities

They are broken by their own weakness

Endangered by their own uniqueness


They are the poor people

They dream no more

The giant whale has held them captive

Like a serial rapist turn fugitive

Suddenly the hidden voice comes receptive

Like a egg that left its shell


The giant whale is here again

Looking for another slave

Run like a suave

Take charge like a valve


It's another raining season

The giant whale will come with so much greetings

Like a mermaid due for her season

But open your eyes wide

Do not let the giant whale deceive you again

For there is no pain without gain.



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