you have been sleeping for long
in your nightmarish forest
where you encountered beasts
you saw poverty in the eyes
the king of the jungle
you tried to shoot with a gun
your education was not enough
your certificate was not a spear
to stab your next enemy in the gut
coming across unemployment
you could not defend yourself
you thought to yourself
maybe I should apply for land
where I can hide in peace
and dream of wealth
the stool of the rich
land, what land?
There was no land
you slept some more
now employed in your dream
you worked hard
but the hope for a better tomorrow
was drowned by debts
the capitalistic highway
not your way
you slept some more
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