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Poetry By: sowosamma25

Empty Pockets Full Of Dreams

Submitted:Oct 29, 2011    Reads: 39    Comments: 15    Likes: 4   

Speculating rats

enslave us with their stats

trying to force us what to do

sounds stupid but it´s true.

Only pitching so we´ll buy

trying to get all ours before we die.

Even from our death,

even from our last breath,

they´ll take their share

cause they don´t care.

The top ten of those

own 400.000.000.000 Dollars

the rest gets a bloody nose

if they won´t put on their shakles and iron collars.

We are slaves

until we die

where are those "Braves"?

I wanna cry.

How can they say that they love their children,

when they let so many parents die,

I guess their empathy,

like most that leaves their stinkin´ mouths,

is just another lie.


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