Unknown silence
Poor eating The Rich
I live in a Rich country,But i dont feel it.
Im told that i have The freedom to speak my mind,
But if i question The way The World goes,
I loose my freedom.
You are only heard if youhave a lot ofmoney,
Makingme sick,so sick Im falling apart.
The poor eats The dirt,The Rich are getting
Richer.
Tell Me where does ithurt,i Can tell You where
It bleeds,But i dont want Your money.
I want to be free and i want tobe treaten
Like a humanbeing.
War,All thekilling,suffering and hate.
Your god doesnt favour,Your god tastes Like
Failure.
Im told that i have The freedom to speak my mind,
But if i question The way The World goes,
I loose my freedom.
You are only heard if youhave a lot ofmoney,
Makingme sick,so sick Im falling apart.
The poor eats The dirt,The Rich are getting
Richer.
Tell Me where does ithurt,i Can tell You where
It bleeds,But i dont want Your money.
I want to be free and i want tobe treaten
Like a humanbeing.
War,All thekilling,suffering and hate.
Your god doesnt favour,Your god tastes Like
Failure.
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Poor eating The Rich
Poor eating The Rich