Fat kings

Written by: Caroline Cécile Delacroix

They laugh while you complain indulging in the dough made of your sweat, and tears, they're out for blood. they sit On their gold throne fattened off the harvest of hard labor by those who truly invest. Heart pressed your sleeves rolled up to allow more sunshine that another might fare better with their life. They stand right by your side but not to support you They wait for your sweat, tears and blood to pour. Your aim has not been reached your heart has felt the pain of deception; while you complain They laugh. Cinquain suite © 06.05.12