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.
I can relate with this piece, great word play too.
ReplyDeleteThank you I am glad you liked it
DeleteIn short, our lives in Zim...how sad
ReplyDeleteAll we have left is hope!
DeleteBetter days are coming
DeleteWe have to keep the hope
ReplyDeleteTrue we have too, because no one is coming to save us. It is up to us.
DeleteThank you for this one madame.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading !
DeleteIndeed if we have hope and believe it will be so.
ReplyDeleteNice read Munae.
True, thank you ✌
DeleteThat's beautiful!
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