Success it's not a freak or just a banter
It is not for the austere thinker and cantor
True we are flesh and blood but clay is underneath
This success seems to be a waste of breath
For philosophers, scholars, explorers, apostles
Who did their best to don't falsified gospels
While liberty, law, justice, a case of remorse!
For the world leaders it's even a huge curse
Cause it stands against destructive feats
And unnecessary death over billion beats
Their ultim goal to fill and full their pockets
They don't mind to use for it their rockets
The question that stands behind their success
How many times they changed their ****** dress?!
The true meaning of success was flipped
The same moment when rights slipped
And became dreams and goals for people
To pray for them under their holy steeple
While the leaders will die and leave all behind
For them it's just as they following the wind
A long path of failure won't lead to a win
As long the win you got committed an ugly sin
How many people are dying cause of hunger
How many people on the line of the poor or under
The success we dream about is to make money
And any other kind of success became just funny
Under the vapors of powder and frozen blood
Everyone tries to make it, so they won't touch mud
Funny  how it's a success to don't become a homeless
Because if you fall there you will remain nameless

Author/ Aladdin Aures H.