We make our own
destiny
We can’t hang on
to wealthy relatives
They make their
wealth in their lives
We don’t make it
we shouldn’t feel regret
We must realize
the world is unfair
The political
divide will make the curse
We recognize
some politicians make the scale
While others
still fighting to live day by day
The world will
say
It doesn’t owe
us a living
It gives us the
opportunities
It is how we
wanted to enrich ourselves
In the world we
live in
We will
recognize our fate
Some living in
luxurious way
Others living in
shacks or under the bridges
One thing we all
will agree
If we die we can’t
bring our riches
We will be
buried underground or in urns
Ashes to ashes
spread by the wind
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