WHAT TOMORROW BRINGS ON…

You may be feeding from a dump-site,
Eating remains of rich people’s plate,
Hold on that pain, which troubles the soul,
For tomorrow is coming, will be out of soil.

For years you have been a parasite,
Depending people fortunes too white,
Please don’t give up, since it isn’t a foul,
For tomorrow is coming, with overflow bowl.

As you eat from mould bread site,
While they play with devices interstate,
Never blame God, for it isn’t a punishment coil,
For tomorrow is coming, you will rise not fail.

Wipe your tears dear, God is not mute,
Nor dumb, but sees your suffering bite,
Let them laugh, for you are at the tail,
For tomorrow is coming, you will be out of hail.

Changez
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