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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He rains hard on us,

It is he, brother poverty 

The pandemic of the people 

Living in the deserted minds of the gaffers.

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