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You Thief
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Grief Is everything for sale?
our being, our pride, our
Country, how sad. Did we price it
just right,or are we mocked with
great might!
You leaders, you hypocrites,
you smile and pretend that we're
alright,can't you see our beggars,
they litter our streets, for a handful
of crumbs,you suck up their
blood and sacrifice their youth,
and sell them again to the bidder so
high,you thief , you ingrate, our only sin
is writing your name.
Hello, Tita Bing. It's Lulu. This poem is so strong and hits the nail right on the head.You have captured very well our despair in our politicians. I would like to try to have it published in any one of the newspapers with your permission, of course. Keep writing!