Tag Archives: poverty

Dark thoughts

Whether an assassin have any rights
And a solider has to be killed in a fight
what is the worth of a prostitute’s kiss
a homeless death, will the world miss
Is killing a animal daft and cruel
If you don’t eat meat, are you a fool
Porn and naked bodies to admire
Burning green live wood in a fire
Leaves have souls when they are green
Why screaming profanities is obscene
Life’s cruel realities in a blink
Strange, inane thoughts I think
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Paradox

You say:
They don’t really
care about us
(or was it MJ)
Humanity keeps
its poor in cages,
Favelas, in slums
No water to drink
No fire to burn
even our sorrow
No hope for tomorrow
Rich becomes richer
Poverty more intense
Life worse than your dogs
without essence

They say:
We are trying to help
To get you out
of living hell
To make you understand
To make you human
You have to contribute
You have to work hard
No amount of our help
Will make you smart
However we help
It will fall apart
So drop your begging bowl
Change your living ways
Come and help us
To make this earth
a better place
The fire will come
The water will run
Life less hurting
Some shining sun

I look at this paradox
These contrasting views
My nomadic life
offer nothing of use
Unable to join
any of the herds
All I can write
these scribblings,
These words!!

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Perseverance

Humankind
Made fables
Huge castles
Big stables
Stories to tell
Odes to sing
Melodies ring
Planes to fly
Ships to sail
Nothing left
to chance
Nothing fails
Then created
Epics
Fantasies
Illusions
In order to play
In this world to stay
Sane and sound
Food abound
Clothes to wear
Persevere

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Excluded

Separate places
Colourful
ugly faces
Religions, races
Hardships, sufferings
Not my creation
Only given reason
by fellow beings
colour not the same
Nor disposition
discrimination
In roots

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Apathy

Life
Silver spoon
Decadence
Privilege
Death
Life
Rags
Destitution
Toils
Death
Destiny
Mocks
Humanity
Its insanity

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In the rich man’s world

I don’t want your money
I have no urge to steal
If only for a moment
you realise how I feel

Brought up in a ghetto
Parents killed before time
gangs all I have as relations
Inheritance not a dime

Leftovers for sustenance
held machetes, never a pen
Drugs carrier at five
Junkie at the age of ten

Hardened by daily beatings
Bullying is just for fun
betting my life everyday
roulette with loaded gun

Trading in crack, heroin
Thousands I do make
Wish I could cross thirty
before dumped in a lake

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