Land Lord
One world, for all of us
Only the difference, in address
East or West, South or North
Same people for similar roles
Here, that world was refused
Human being, were abused
And the role of this abuser
Is to break whatever supposed
Humanity has left spot
Replacement is a darken dot.
No one cares right, or wrong
God is there, but they forgot.
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