you were shrieking about your problems
your teeth were all about this material world
everything was all about you
because that's how you wanted it
you loved yourself
and only yourself
you were spitting money of all currencies and kind
you adore them like how i adore humankind
you boast loudly about the material things you own
you loved your things so much, you turned into one
and you think people would actually love you
boisterous laughs were hidden behind the old brick wall
the you i used to know were a pigment of the past
you are now pitch-black, self centered and selfish
the pit can simply be covered with mud or a beautiful plant
but you dig deeper and fall and ask for succor
because that's what you crave for after all
The poor get poorer,
The rich get richer.
In some cases it’s a debate
harsh situations Fluctuate
When money speaks, power escalates.
The poor gets tougher,
The rich gets fragile against danger.
Harsh situations make us stronger,
Easy life makes us weaker.