No matter
how life goes
always keep your
eyes open to
see that when
your mom dies
it's not an accident
but planned by
the government to
make money in
this one world
banking system
you call the economy in
which you see
nothing but the
false hope people
take and the cuts
in school so that
they force you to
be stupid not
to think for yourself
but to think like
a robot programed
to take orders...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorry there is a typo, where it says 'make /money in' it's suppose to say 'make money in'. Sorry once again