Can be the main issue
That weakens your youthful
Veins and marrow,
Always on the move
To get more than
your daily need,
your struggle to make it
Led us to be-friend death
And real goons and phychos,
That causes your destruction
And self pity as fear
beholds our trust in ransom,
We sniff and drink
To hurt someone
close to us
Mothers deserve simple respect
Let’s not be mean to all humans
Lets no harm our amiable brothers,
Wealth can be made
Out of bad dealings,
Can’t live to smile
At the end of the game always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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