Life
is a page
It
has to be written with a pen
Telling
the stories as it happens
Of
the past and present
Tomorrow
the pen can't write
It
hasn't happened yet
The
poor nothing to say
Working
hard from sunrise to sunset
With
the amount they receive
Sometimes
it isn't enough
What
stories to tell?
The
hardship and looked down
The
sorrowful eyes and pain in the mind
The
wishes just a dream in the air
The
rich always in the news
The
highlights of their exploits
In
human relations or corporate affairs
With
money the air of superiority
The
stories many to write about
Charities
in the glare of publicity
It's
the names they wanted to advertise
How
good they are helping out
Camouflage
as social responsibility
But
the exploitation of profits
Many
escape the glare of scrutiny
“We
return part of it to charity”
The
wealth that they have
When
they grow old they worry about it
Where
they will be standing in court of The Lord?
It
is at this time they become religious in life
Life
to live
The
best in our time
Don't
forget God
He
sends us to hell or paradise
So
do always the good
It
doesn't need money
It
just needs sacrifice
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