For 25frs, I Would Gladly Sell My Country

The streets fiercely stares Adding to my misery and fears. While the police brings the tears Shooting with the gun and their stares. In our world, things work in reverse Drifting slowly and never clears As office bandits drink to cheers While documents go damn with smears. We thank the head of state who cares To see we rot without heirs For with no dime and without affairs, Our lives waste through the years. Semi clad lasses walk, undaunted by stares While the synagogue no longer prepares The soul but steal the wares Of the plebeians with little shares. Robbers in broad daylight erect stairs For they, living in their own spheres Proudly put on airs And gag in stupor on various beers Just like a God forsaken sentry Who in poverty would for money permit entry And in lassitude gently await purgatory, For 25frs, I would gladly sell my country © Temajung Michael T.