Short Poors Poems
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In scarcity, the rich sees commodity
sights opportunity, possibility of profit
the poors with realistic myopia
they only notice the reality of lack
And dignity......
where religion matters personally
and humanity, socially
Service to mankind only dharma
Uplifting poors , only karma.
Silent desire in my heart..
How to get rid of Blacks
How to get rid of Jews
How to get rid of Asian
How to get rid of Latins
How to get rid of Poors
How to get rid of Non-Aryans
Give them Abortion
Hell is waiting
they could be black
no shes in the rack
could be white
with no bike
some have nuthin to eat
no bed to sleep
this is all over the glow
where there hungry flows
it on listen to the news
the
POOR KIDS BLUES
Silent desire in my heart
to support ,
to help and encourage.
to build a nation,
nation of Justice
Nation of equality
with the strong...
foundations of love
And dignity......
where religion matters personally
and humanity, socially
Service to mankind only dharma
Uplifting poors , only karma.
Silent desire in my heart
s- is for sunday a day of the week
u-is for union that you have with your family
n-is for nagative when the rain poors from the sky
s-is for snowcone all frozen and cold
h-is for hunny that the beez like to eat
i-is for icecream that you eat everyday of the year
n-is for naughy or nice its almost that time of year
e-is for exacellent what a great poem i wrote!
Momentum on the Streets p=mv profit=momentum*volume
“How much do you get?”
“What’s the pay…..
What’s the pay off he said
Not speculating today
Feels great
This location is inside of you
Sugar bored and wont talk
Never through it all a way for a block
Out of my bourbon
Soo clean eyes will come
A thousand armies and a thousand moors
Until you never loud inside my opened poors
The screech of claws scratching against my window,
The flickering beams of flashlights reflect into my haunted eyes,
The shivers creep down my spine with feeling of endless fear,
The sound of footsteps in darkness; so cold at night,
The hours become continuous as I begin to panic,
The eery surroundings find its target,
The blood poors heavily as I watch suffering pain,
The stains of deaths medallion forever lays;
upon the victims pillow.
Form:
Someone can advise you
To be friend of big rich people
To be also rich in the future.
I am telling you to be best friend
Of majority poor as
They need your aid
to destroy the system which enrich
Few people and
kill millions of poor people.
Poors of the world always fight each others
For the interests of the minority big rich people.
Who captured
the World
Do yourself investigations to find
out the main problems of this World.
The masses are yelling
Yell of no one is heard
Societies of infection
Drags of bones
Not having depression,
Nor using drugs,
And the no one shouts:
“……..”
Individual and art
Poor masks of poors
The stereotype one
: “We are right”
Characters are broke
Masks are still held
More diseases spread out
The generation survives
Era, feeling of decades,
And sense of themes reborn and die
Human fads, still proves himself
Mumbles loudly: “…….”
Oh…adaptable creature!