Pain of life has touched chords of soul
Troubles have spread wings from pole to pole
Have not, s have had their surplus toll
World is nothing but a rigmarole
Some do not get a piece of bread
While others are very well fed
Some pass their life animals dead
Some only lead while others are led
Some crushed while some toll all rings
Some are beggars some are kings
Some only crawl, some fly on wings
When happiness comes then heart sings
Unequal distribution will bring revolution
For all those who need salvation as notion
If they have courage and passion
Revolution will come in different fashion
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow
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