green caterpillas
crawling , moving slowly over a piece of leaf.
comfortable.
it spins its home.
comfortable.
then it is soaking it boiling water killing it slowly.
its home is now worn and sold as the most comfortable of fabric...
oil, the thing that gets you to school on time.
pumped out of creaks ,like liquidified gold.
a leak,
and a family of five , living together in harmony,
so loving...
suffocated before being burnt in their sleep..
life..
as young mothers hold their new born in weak flaccid arms,
a feeble smile carrying so much emotions...
some where else, a single-parent father of three dies at war...
his carcass no where to be found..
his children displaced from their homes..
classes..
the smarts, maintaining their aces , victorious all the time, work harder..
never contented with what they have..
the rest of us, struggling for passes , looked down and spat upon..
why cant we be them?
the rich,
surrounded by people,
donations aplenty..
their pockets inflate faster then one can differentiate..
the poor,
walking the same corridor as you and i.
alone ..
getting poorer and worser every day..
you,
smart and rich,
the lord has been kind unto you..
yet you take these gifts for granted...
i ,
know what it feels like to be hit..
in the stomach,
in the face
..
hurt greviously..
scarred for life by the demons of my past..
yet you dare say you feel alone?
yet you dare wonder what you are fighting for?
you have yet to understand soo much.....
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