The times we are living in are tough and it seems everyone is poor and having a hard time surviving. Just to be able to own something, a piece of earth, or even a stone is hard to come by.
Searching is all that’s left
and all that I know.
Constantly searching for a place to go.
A place to call my very own.
A piece of earth or just a stone.
The times we are living in are rough
and trying to make ends meet is tough.
Why are things this way you say?
Everything depends on our pay.
Nothing is simple anymore,
especially not for the poor.
This only breeds hatred
where most of us tread.
It would be most ideal
if we could break free,
at least emotionally,
from that type of governing.
For if we don’t,
to what degree
would things become to be?
It is scary to think about
and would be even scarier to see.
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