Tuesday, May 10, 2016

a few silver dollars




They can't see the light
Too many late nights
Too many living in the dark
The eyes have blinded the scenes
They don't see the reality
They think they can survive
Living from the crumbs

The crooks take it away
The treasures they seek to find
Once they get their hands on it
They will tell the long tales
The scented words killing softly
The weak minds and the eyes
Throwing a few silver dollars
The ringing tone when it falls

The people who don't see
They can't fight to keep their shares
They think they get a good deal
Listing to the ringing silver bells
Cutting across the river
The crocodiles lazing on its bank
Pretending to slumber in the light
Just waiting to catch the fools
Looking for the silver dollars

The long tales into the night
The fools think they get it right
The crooks take all the treasures
Singing they get all the satisfaction
Well..the fools hunting the silver dollars
The crocodiles waiting for their fall


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