A RARE COMMON LIFE

A RARE COMMON LIFE
I know of a life where the
Living lives to leave
A life where tonnes of participants
Get nothing to justify efforts
...
The living inhabits underneath, silence
Voiced are the beast of time
The acts of this time, the masterpiece
radiating around the livelihood of man
...
Said to be truth becomes unjust
The unjust, justified on the basis of truth
A life that brought the hopes
of the Godly at night, hopeless
...
And the idolaters, shiny star at dawn
Essential commodities, less needful
How the hopes of the poor, revives again
Faces face off, hopes lie fallow
...
I know of a life where the poor aren't
given chances to pull-express guts
I know of a rare common life
Where the common livings are rare

©Tex (2017)

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