THE WICKED WORLD
I entered this world 24 years back
But I realized its truth only now,
It gives you to eat as little as a ant
And milks you like a cow.
There are few days when there is nothing to eat
And then we have to beg,
In return the money lender asks for our toe
And in the bargain we loose our leg.
There was a time when I used money
With respect to my accord,
When that truth came out in the open
I was punished with a rod.
The words of my Lord say
"Happy are the poor for theirs is the kingdom of heaven"
But the world says that
"Happy are the rich for they have money and for them the earth is heaven"
I cry every day for lack of cash
Every tear has a glimpse of pain
On this satin cloth called the world
Poverty is a stain.
I want to just quit this world
And be happy in paradise,
Where happy will be the clean hearted
And no marks are allocated if you are wise.
I see this world as an evil place
A place where money is the God,
This for me is a big nightmare
Please rescue me Oh my Lord.
This world is definitely no place for me
I don’t want to be here,
Every poor person lives with just no food
Every poor person lives with fear.
I don't know how to change this world
Should I use a sword or a pen,
Where poor people are just a liability
Where money is mightier than men.
- Kenneth Savio Fernandes
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