We Are Only But Pawns In A Game Of Chase

📷Apaha Spi


Broken dreams, broken souls
We are all a mess, a fallen generation
We bleed, but nobody cares
Somehow it is our fault
We cry, nobody listens
All they care about is more coin in their pockets

We’re only but pawns
In a game, we cannot fathom
Our pain in their eyes is unnecessary drama,
Our sorrow gives them an adrenaline rush,
Our struggle is their entertainment
They thrive from our sweat, blood and tears
As it pours, so does coin drop in their pockets
Every dime we earn they find ways to chuff it
To them it is change, to us, it is means of survival
Greedy grim reapers are what they are
Always scheming of ways to suck the last coin out of us
The pain inflicted by the people we traded for our hope and future

It worsens by the day, but we continue to sing songs of hope
It is not by choice, it is a survival instinct
The thought of better days is what is keeping us sane,
Nowhere to turn, refuge is the new slave
To stay and keep hope is the only way.
Nobody is coming to save us, nobody really cares
It’s just us in a cold world
A people with hope

One way or another. Knowingly or unknowingly. At one point in our lives we play pawn in someone's game or we are now.

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