"deviana" poems
We are already rich,
but it is not truth.
Thus he just breaths money,
the kid will wake up in the desert.
It is a lie
from uptown.
Even though the oil splashs
the myth it is not truth.
We ran out of water
and the tears
have now
a price.
Will you be able
to pay
or will you beg
to the foolish and old ***** people.
So yes, we are rich,
but it is not truth.
Darling,
we have not even a cent.
Since the beginning of our time
we have gotten everything from them.
Everything we have asked for
have been given to us.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC