We
live on a poker game
Each
player holds his cards
He
doesn't show it until it is done
On
the table the pile of our complaints
Nobody
wants to show his hand
He's
afraid he will get ignored
So
he holds on to his cards
Pretending
all the times
Who
want to bring the complaints?
He
will be called ungrateful living on the land
The
certain standards of achievements he has
He
lives a bearable good life
So
the players hold on
The
poker game drags into it
Every
one looks at each other
“Well..who
want to know?”
“There
are monies out there
You
don't have to work but enjoy life
Surrender
your cards and your soul
Life
will be waving like a breeze”
The
Devil laughs
“We
are playing a poker game
Who
want to carry the complaints?
Show
your hands or hide away!”
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