black_and_white_silhouette_photography-t2 There is your phone,
There is your car,
There is your money, staying afar
There is your life, filled with those things
Money and Riches, they buy you your blings.

There are your children, puffing your money away,
There is your Slave-man, he begs to you for food every day.
There is the empire you built,
its foundation brimming of pride
There is your life, with no one by your side.
There is the Old man, detaining his back
While your Son, runs him over,
without looking back.
There is His Grand-son, sitting alone,
Waiting for his Grand-dad to come back home,
To  Sing him his lullaby and read him his poem.


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