Long rain in the deep forest of thought
Where people always look out for faults
Of how a friend or family could not measure up
which delays journey with much cost
such walk will not last for sure
So long everyone wants their jug
Filled with milk freely without work
Who will then do the work for the lazy folks?
Whose desire is to give what they have for fun
Because they are no longer in their right form,
I remember vividly when mothers wake up
With so much joy
But these days, the children have sold it for coin
Not knowing that they are putting themselves in a pit of dust
Because no matter what you have got
If you do not live right, you are still a piece of junk.
A cup of treasure wasting away
In the terrain where a lot of people have failed
But that is the place people wish to play their games
Not minding how long they will stay,
Deception has taken the place of the saint
Because the lust are the ones succeeding in the race
Polluting the place for their selfish gain
In order to build a tavern for immoral trade,
I see the innocents dancing in fire
Wishing that life could be better
After falling a victim of vipers
Who pretend to be nice but they suck one dry
Faster than high fever
They get their victims with words coated in sugar
Tricking them into slavering, smugglers
Because their work is to get those with little heart
In order to use them for immoral task
In a reclassified trap
Made for those who seek the easy way out.
People pretend to love but yet kill
They say they show love but yet steal
The joy of those they profane
Secretly killing them inside with poisons
By giving them things that will not last for eternity
But take from them their true identity
Using them for worthless profit
that takes away their dignity,
making one lose all they have is insanity,
How could this be love?
When it is only the poor that suffers the result of impunity
Rigging false bells to make us believe
That the best is for all humanity
But diverting all our resources
For their personal benefit.
How could this be love?
When it is only the poor that suffers the result of impunity
Rigging false bells to make us believe
That the best is for all humanity
But diverting all our resources
For their personal benefit.