HE RAINS HARD ON US EVERYDAY *************************
HE RAINS HARD ON US EVERYDAY
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We are hunted down on daily basis
By the military might of poverty.
He shows no mercy on us
Even with our desert minds.
He rains hard on us
Nay, a downpour
Forming rivulets of disillusionment
And running blur our vision to reason.
It is he, poverty
Brother killjoy
Who severs our ties with blissful dreams
And cutting deep from down the roots from tomorrow-
The trees of life
Watered by myth
Pruned by fables
In the deserts of the North.
Replanting rays and heat
Hate and greed
Division and chafe
And exiling bromance.
While tinkering and thinkering
We fail the free flow of fairness
And lock with avid strength, the lock of foulness.
Disgusting nobility
But celebrating hostility
Cutting fit an identity not identical as the twin.
Feasting and dining with the cola
Meant to share with the locale
But in their bellies and homes,
To the faithful servicemen, their own
Running salivary errands
And winning over their senses.
We are daily battered and shattered
Beyond the name of a name,
But it is none of a eye that sees
Nor of a sense that senses
The pandemics of a pandemic.
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It is he, brother poverty
The pandemic of the people
Living in the deserted minds of the gaffers.
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