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Whose Skin is being Sold?
O long-lasted tribal decency,
what have become of currency!

paper moulded out of gold,
whose skin is being sold?

my crops were blushing in fame,
my crops unworthy, such a shame!

love is selling in ounces and grams,
i am not coming i have exams!

Even with finest sparkling tears,
wasn't able to pull what she wears!

coins and coins round her eye,
let me die within a long-sigh;

the battle isn't over fought life-time,
what is love if not a horrific-crime;

rhyme with my sobbing words,
the skies are with lightweight birds!

therefore soak no more mist,
let's bargain do not persist.
© ZiaD