WRECKED SOULS

Why do you smile?
Yet your people are in great pain
Under the scorching sun
Whips are majestically used upon them
As the saying goes by
Early to bed early to rise
Yet to them late nights sleeps in overcrowded warehouses
Tears all through the night while massaging their overworked backs
Their hearts full of hate and despise
Why do you laugh?
Yet your people suffer from dysthymia
While others end up 6 feet deep
See its true to say survival for the fittest
They scavenge food in your dustbins
Don’t be harsh to them
They are only humans who need to survive
This are words from a bleeding heart for this ain’t a fallacy.