Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Fortune.... when i have no gold...diamonds to spare my life 2 hold...what's valuable... living in wealth..had no rights...but...what becomes a greedy old fool...like ..when i searched all my life... become access....baggage...felt i'm allowed to mingle in high society...where diamonds and pearls speaks of mansions...expensives vacations...where plenty of room was available to splurge...without suffering...in da midst of being broke...or live in poverty...like victims of da holocust...where bodies lived like...decayed parasites...where hunger displayed..camps..slaughter houses... left for dead...burning bodies...their enemies were full of hatred..while on da other side of guilt...plays it's victims...keeps the world in da dark...defensless..weak...as it's control...bend down...your dirty...captivity.. u become da soil of yourself...rotten..beneath me... all human life...the tunnels...underground cells to hold your weight...where mercy screams 4 help...you lived as slavery's friend..your bound to sweat..like meat on a bbq pit...fry..roast...die...how can you stand..yourself... life...what pulls da cover over many a teardrop..left to parish from thirst..with no drink...what sheds..the flesh...brands your skin..like african american's ancestry...whips it's golden future..the minds of victory...comes as...Isreal's people are the signs of things to come ..the battle cries also in Jeruselum..where...not da only tribe in persuit of victory...where once diamonds and gold saw a way through lives...wearing riches..we all carry..what the lord once destroyed...humanity's poor white inmigrants....black..get back..people...tell me...whose world is this really...what time is it anyway...still poor...broke...white..black...and now..then some...you give money...prepare a home...cars...living expenses...for da new americans...foreign distrbutions...whatcha gonna do..whatcha gonna do...lifers

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thank you for the LinkReferral review. I really appreciate it.

And thank you even more for the referral to your blog. This particular post really resonated for me.

I'm the daughter of still-impoverished immigrants, but happened to attend prep school and live a very different life from that which anyone (including myself) expected for me. I went from poor kid, to poor kid who mingled with rich kids, to poor young adult, to (presently) poor young adult who travels and parties for charity.

"felt i'm allowed to mingle in high society...where diamonds and pearls speaks of mansions...expensives vacations...where plenty of room was available to splurge...without suffering...in da midst of being broke...or live in poverty"

It's like you were there...

Keep up with the great work, you and Create both!