Poetry

Poem: Take It All

 

 

Take all our money
take all the power
what will you bring
when it comes to the final hour?

Hide behind the diploma
hide behind the uniform
get up from this mental coma
hide from a bullet storm

Under the curtain of madness
in the surface of ignorance
you only bring the sadness
giving nothing for existence

Drowning us, we hit the bottom
and everything we have
takes Babylon

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