Treasure Island

Richard Israel

(27/ november / kano)

shame to this generation


Living our generation in darkness path as they
Sell our future at the polling booth
To make their wish accomplish at all cost
We hold our breath and collapse in our luxury thought.
They are like usury that feed on our future with heavy levy to death
Our death cannot travel than to move around like a losing kite.
Appraisal and applaud our minds sing to eulogize their stupid act invested on us.
Each citizen displays sore Stripe, but it makes no sense than the silver-gold.
The silver-gold is the prize we are paid for their villain acts
Shame to this generation, I will always say.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 27, 2013
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