Poor Man
Sweat and blood as the man cries
In a world full of a million lies
And life’s of the ungrateful
Deceiving in gods eyes
The less fortunate simply die
Living under those in disguise
And as other that may lay
Shall stay in a frozen state
Stuck and struck in shock of the
Slightest form of pain
And rain of despair and distanced
Emotions of hoping for happiness
This poor man lays and cries in pain
In thought of happiness knowing
What he wants is what he can’t have
By: Justin sharp
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