Art Of Life
Art Of Life
Sinking like a ship moving in a drain.
Years passing on, here comes 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 crinkles.
Their wring led faces shinning like riches in disguise.
All the pinkies yelling to the man in the streets.
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 church goers.
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 is now an interesting game.
Cheers to them who oppose our living skills.
Kneeling down when greeting elders is our front stage pose,
When we need something fancy.
At all the boarders we destroyed the fence.
Because we could not afford the food and the rents.
Preaching about covid 19 virus is not on our tens.