Posted: July 4, 2014 in HARD NUTS


Many days a week we wake by the trumpet of the day’s announcer,                                                                                                                                      Fighting to forget the stings of the hunger declarer,                                                                                                                                                           Least are the days petty comfort passes us by.                                                                                                                                                                    Down the drains goes our suffering.

With no place to seek alms                                                                                                                                                                                                                  For our portion is booked like a football ticket                                                                                                                                                                               Though not in school you have created classes                                                                                                                                                                         Classes with no respect to humanity

Yet thee enjoys the labor of our sweatly worn hands                                                                                                                                                           You laugh not at us but thy ownself.                                                                                                                                                                                             Forcing to please the infiltrator is thy only wish                                                                                                                                                                      Ye  are nothing but a traitor

We watch and wait tirelessly,                                                                                                                                                                                                                 For our time with Him.                                                                                                                                                                                                                          We sleep with the hope of crossing the river,                                                                                                                                                                             Yet He brings us back.


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