The 100 Years Of Antique ~ Feather Pillow Poem by Malaya Roses

Simple way of living this life
Selfishness
Made of the lavish meal
Dinner or supper
Oppression against the hungry belly
Squeeze them more
Grind their thin smiles
Stab their dull eyes
Yearn for feather pillow
Pain within could be at ease
But dear human
Capitalist or revolutionist
There is shining silver plate
On the hundred years of antique
Words spoken
Oath wasn’t taken
Cultivate none other than new suppression
Feeding lust
Fading hope
Bullets or steel
The diamond still goes to the affluent figure.

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