I see the mansion room full of lies,
Like a field full of butterflies,
With arrogance still it's pointless,
Like to satisfy it's innocence in cries,
They talk we follow like birds in dark souls,
Support is the weakness of true hearts,
But eaters gat pride of chewing sympathy fruits,
With no remembrance of the poor street kids,
Whose intentions is to fill their empty pockets,
I wish I was the unseen wrath of the innocents,

Keep your lane as they say, but until when?
When great fishers are wiping of the oceans,
Happily thinking they are supporting the economy,
Anyway, Am not against human wills neither chills nor bills,
But, Let my wise words be my shield from hurting others in cold blood.


© mcbishempire