we are lucky
i tell some friends in that party
they do not content with what i have to say
that we are not just alive but happy
they go for more than all that luck can give
they pride with what they did...oh forgive!
those cars, and houses and resorts
more money, more ports
oh forgive! i tell myself
they have all become mute and deaf...
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