Category : Poems

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Locked in the gate of life,
Prison made for the lesser to strive,
One edge of the corner lie a key to freedom,
However, we all can't dominate.

How i wished my hands could be longer,
The principle of surviving, too cruel,
Placed a rod in one's hand,
Yet! Made the food to stand afar.

How could you not know my pain?
Instant, you stole the wooden spoon i carved,
Watched me drink my sweat, like its a pleasant wine,
Only for you to see me drown in the pool of wretchedness.

A leader are you, boosting in atrocities,
Cheers to your governs, earth here is your limit,
It won't be long, your dish will be serve,
You're returning back to dust, in the end.

©preshpen