by sevanya
Funny how life assembles irony
A moment constantly passes
Whether or not I invest an action
As to speak in words spoken by the fortunates
Hiding in high rises built by
Starvation, made-up competition
Topped with fear
Of the world’s cold shoulder
I fear, however,
For the time not granted for free
To see them playing power over
A wheel that does not only go and go
But crushing dreams and chasing after
Brand new souls to eat up
30 March 2017
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