Category : Poems

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Hunger as a weapon
Fear as a disease
These are what we use
To bring you unease

Darkness a cloud
Block out the sun
Hide us from the light
That make us live again

Keep the people poor
Living in the street
Crowded in the slums
No shoes on their feet

They say you’ll own nothing
Pay through the nose
Smell the crap all around
No place for the rose