The future is filled
with endless fire,
fueled by the greed
of people's desire.
How soon will it come?
Nobody knows.
As clowns lead the way,
fools join in rushing to pay.
The future they paint
is filled with roses.
As they pluck them out,
right under their noses.
The green will turn yellow,
the blue will turn grey,
And people like me,
have no place to stay.
The grey will turn blue,
the yellow to green,
as greedy clowns be
just a long distant dream.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC
The future is filled
with endless fire,
fueled by the greed
of people's desire.
How soon will it come?
Nobody knows.
As clowns lead the way,
fools join in rushing to pay.
The future they paint
is filled with roses.
As they pluck them out,
right under their noses.
The green will turn yellow,
the blue will turn grey,
And people like me,
have no place to stay.
The grey will turn blue,
the yellow to green,
as greedy clowns be
just a long distant dream.