I will not keep it anymore
Let me unwrap it
The gap between them and I
The one whom they say
Have a poor mind
And the truth that can’t
Be heard by the eyes
Twisted in a vice of lies.
But first let me
unwrap it all
This is just a game
of no aim
There is no difference
Between the poor and the rich.
They buy food,we grow ours
There is no difference
Because at the end of the game
the king and the pawn
Are always put in the same box