IN THE SWANPY CITY
The people works as deemed
fit
The leaders care for
the pleasure
Followers live the
zombie life
The exposure seems too
low
The men do but, nothing
for nature
The men wake early but,
retire to bed late
The future is in the
belly
The home gains control
by the lazy
The women work with no
pleasure
They struggle for more
sufferings
The little elites of
them oppressed
They are subjected to
the pressure of life
The ladies appreciates
more of pleasure than labor
The secretive parts are
being trade for token
They live only in today
while, yesterday is their enemy
Still hoping for a better
future with minute efforts
The young men are the
magic swag
They take courage in
the politico wallets
They have little or no
plan for the days in cover
Oh, he people of the
Swampy home!
When would you begin to
appreciate nature?
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