Art Of Life

Sinking like a ship moving in a drain.

Years passing on, here come the rains.

We had suffered enough, all pains away.

All the chains are broken.

Had been left with no choice like

Faces.

They saw us as useless.

Them looting the diamonds necklaces.

All the pieces of hope had been torn

And thrown into prinkles.

They're wring led faces shinning like

Riches in disguise.

All the pinkies yelling at the man

In the streets.

The dry mouth had pushed them

To anything for survival.

All they want is anything, even

A piece of human flesh.

You could flash them during the

Night on the sides of the highway road.

Life was tough and rough since they

Become churchgoers.

We got talents and gifts. 

Everything that we touch turns into gold. 

But we had never been given the chance 

To say out their words. 

Our rights are abused. 

So the conflict has emanated from that point.

Behaving like wild animals is now our diet. 

He who puts his clothes on the line is a genius.

We dont hesitate to take them, it's now 

An interesting game. 

Cheers to those who oppose our living skills.

Kneeling down when greeting elders is

Our front stage pose when we need something fancy.

At all the borders we destroyed the fence. 

Because we could not afford the food and the rents. 

Preaching about covid 19 viruses is not on our tens.