Tragic end
King of kings and most beloved star Pop,
We lost forever a man in you and high hope,
It was not easy for black to walk on rope,
You lost no courage and preferred slope,
For rising high, you paid so dearly,
Whites were fooled so cleverly,
Rose to the top at an early age,
Bonded music free from closed cage,
Transformation from black to complete white,
Hard work from morning day till late night,
Nothing was coming to you by way of right,
You chose to face and offered a fight,
Daily shows with improvement in music,
Money returns plenty but killed magic,
Fighting with odds and struggle heroic,
Fame, prestige, name all proved toxic,
Hours and hours you danced on floor,
Ships aground and never reached shore,
Fame and money blinded with rage,
Global name with golden ink on page,
World and humanity benefited a lot,
Always in limelight and news spot,
Surrounded by celebrities and rich,
Going away and away from Poor’s reach,
Your body could stand no more strain,
It was not less than slain,
World did not bother and only blamed,
Door shut and avenues slammed,
You remained only body of corpse,
Skin disappeared with body collapse,
No food but drugs and only injections,
You lay on bed without any projection,
World may remember you as global artist,
Laying wreath and floral tribute insist,
Still it is mystery and doubts persist,
World at large must fear and desist,
His soul will hound us for time to come,
It is for sure no other soul will descend and become,
Earnestly pray for his soul to rest in peace,
Let him sing his songs and enjoy at ease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An Epitaph for MJ
The world has lost a king.
Music is in chaos; it bewails his loss,
The one whose life was music.
All danced to his tune;
Now he lies low,
6 feet down,
Waiting for His Grace.
We pray for him,
The one whose music was prayer,
'Heal the world
Make it a better place
For you and for me
And the entire human race'.
Let us pray in unison for this great soul
Whose food was music
And music alone...
'If music be the food of love, play on....'
No music reigned above him,
But it sprang from his soul,
Whose spirit was music.
The charm of music lies within,
And from therein comes his voice.
He reigned like a fresh bloom
In the garden of music.
But now...
He’s gone from earth,
But not from our hearts...
He stays behind,
For coming generations...
There’s no end for MJ...
poem by Hajara Abdul Khader
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Jackson is no more
Jackson is no more,
Singer at heart and at centre core,
Hundreds or thousands might have wept,
Glorious tradition maintained and lively kept,
Millions of stars may illuminate the sky,
Jackson was the only one and no body could say why?
Poor boy on stage felt very shy,
Today world pays homage and countless may cry,
Every inch of his body was full of magic,
Shaking like rubber and making full of comic,
Entire face looks different with surgery cosmic,
It was guided by thoughts with reasonable logic,
Music flowed with new era and changing age,
Birth of new star as if set free from cage,
Riding high on craze with melodious waves,
So up in sky with catching emotional nerves,
Not single soul could remain far
World could witness emergence of star
Revival of peace with high hope on horizon,
Though sky was loosing charm with layer ozone,
Music as deep as body may dance,
Life time occasion to see him as chance,
Russia, America England or even France,
Fans all over globe waited to have glance,
Life's steady growth may sometimes blind,
New gossips and hidden secrets may way find
Rude comments and response may seem unkind,
Glamorous world may fascinate but won’t it mind
We all danced and sang with music and speed,
Madness and craze created as cult or creed,
History may speak what this soul delivered,
Weeping hearts may sob and memory cherished
Life was seized with work and promises,
Millions may cry over his sudden demise,
Death came to many as shock and surprise,
Such noble Qualities nobody would comprise
World may have to wait for many more years,
Emergence of new star with good music to ears,
Star isn't born but descended from the heaven,
Loneliness and vacuum will remain for moments then
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Luminous star gone
Luminous star gone
Michael Jackson, truly beloved son,
You are no more among us as person,
History will honour you and vacuumed felt,
Bowed head with respect and ice melt,
It was rising from the grave with full energy,
Society had nothing to offer but only bogey,
No cloths left but only white coffer,
May mark him as one of the greatest,
New pattern with songs newest,
Each with message of love and peace,
As good morning with cool breeze,
You served and loved as human being,
Shrouded with mystery but honest living,
Nothing is remembered bad or good,
Music was life and energy as food,
You survived as king of kings,
Melodies chorus with beautiful sing,
Crowned with jewel and diamond,
World was fascinating and almost fond,
I salute to soul, who suffered a lot,
Offered a treasure hidden in pot,
Soul departed with great pain,
Died with honour but not as martyrs slain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Final adieu, Jackson
Final adieu Jackson
Our heart felt so much sadness to offer you colorful wreath,
We were all soaked with tears on your death,
Heart beats witnessed rise and fall and stopped to breathe
Millions cried all over but there was nobody to soothe,
Oh, legandry figure and king of pope
We had high regard and high hope,
You had excellence and found arts to rope,
Sadness, happiness and misery were ready to cope,
You crated music which was eternal in essence
Sentiments ran high and you lived with elegance
Music, concerts and program made you always tense,
Your message of Life couldn’t be delivered in any sentence,
World really faced from music starvation and alienation,
Music was dying out and there was no more innovation,
You came on earth to offer new creations,
Couples and fans world over enjoyed with recreations
It was dimensional path with new direction
Live shows all over and dance in action,
Feet were playing game by creating lovely melody,
New soul was breathing and dancing the whole body,
You were true to cause and worthy Jackson
Truly wedded to your profession and worthy son,
What did you gain in your entire stay,
Lived self in exile or isolation and kept far away,
You suffered for the cause pf humanity and mankind
People fooled you and cheated with gesture unkind
You faced them one by one and didn’t mind,
You remained liberal at hear and too mild
We were not at your death bed side
You breathed last and we could not hide
It was our deepest regard for you as kind soul
How could we smell in you as any foul?
We could not witness your last funeral,
Millions may watch your final inaugural,
we wish our words to reach in your ear,
Memory will cherish for coming many years
How could you be taken away in this way?
We had so much hope and waited for bright ray
You were sign of emerging as bright star
You will be twinkling in sky very far
,
We have lost our dearest and worthy son,
Respect and regard high for no other reason,
World may change and so also the seasons,
Music of eternal peace will remain for all persons,
You may still rule the scene for many generations
To occupy your place or throne is out of question
You lived so short among us and bade farewell
We have cried for you to pray” stay always well”
Our heart felt condolences to the millions of lovers all over the world for bidding final good bye. Long live kind pope of music.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A star has faded
Michael Jackson was truly beloved son
He is no more among us as person,
History will honor him and vacuum will always be felt
We bow our head with respect but no ice will melt
He had risen from no where with full of energy
Society had nothing to do except to raise bogey
What can they offer at the time death except white coffer?
They have nothing new in their store to offer
We can mark him as one of the greatest
He had new pattern with songs almost newest
Each of them studded with message of love and peace,
As early morning is crowned with cool breeze,
You served as legend and lovely human being,
Shrouded with mystery but spent honest living
Nothing is remembered for bad or good,
Music was your life and energy was served as food,
You survived and ruled the scene as king of kings
Melodies inter woven with chorus to sing,
All songs crowned with fame of jewels and diamond,
World was fascinated as newest star was found
Does the poverty play an important role to shape the destiny?
Is it compelling a `person to rise in revolt and stage the mutiny?
Or is there any way to stage peaceful demonstration?
Prove true to self and rise to the occasion
He lead peaceful march in the filed of music
His voice and dance created a magic
He knew what good music is and it’s basic?
It was only devotion and not any trick
Great musicians and artists meet with tragic end
Fame and name is not accepted in good spirit by friends
They easily fall victims to their treachery and deception
This is very much realized from the inception
World may never have artist of such caliber in coming days
No one may have mastery or innovative ways
It was his masterly stroke that showed new horizons
People pray and adore him only for these reasons
He may fed away from our memory but not completely lost
So long music remains on earth he will be wanted most
He has enough contribution to the elevation of good music and dance
Everybody has valued his role for the time to come or at once
I salute to soul who has suffered a lot,
He was treasure hidden in pot,
Soul has departed with great pain in the end
He did his best to avoid controversy and tried to mend,
He has died with honor but not that of martyrs
Whole, world wept and shed the tears
How much agony and pain he bore
We have no other option left but simply to adore
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Life of Mystery!
Human life is a great mystery yet to be unravelled!
As long as soul is there in the body man survives;
How the soul has come and where the soul goes
Nobody knows yet making it difficult to believe it!
Independent survival depends on the work one does;
Work makes one survive standing on one’s own legs.
Many rely on money but work only provides money;
The good work one does brings support from all ever.
As long as body is healthy and strong soul remains
Recharged by energy from food and good rest ever.
Stabilising body health and knowing the truth of all
Exploration of spirit in all beings of Nature clears doubts.
Spiritual exploration is a mystical experience of mind
That only brings peace, joy, love and glow to humans!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Time Is Not Our Cage (Gabry Ponte Power Cut)
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
Born to be forever young
Children of eternity
Always searching for a faster race
Defeating what time wants to be
There's no king
In this place
Like a star that belongs to the sky
And the times are our names in your mind
Our souls are the wings as we fly
Against time
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
Born to be forever young
Just like an old song that's playing a tune
That revives what seems lost in the past
With dignity fighting for whom
In a way
Wants to last
Like a friendship of 10 years ago
That is frozen inside of a picture
That tomorrow can cancel and go
Against time
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
born to be forever young
Free as a soul is
Far beyond all the boundries of time
Its you mark that lives on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
and forever we go on
We are flying
and we're flying high till the end
We are men without an age
Time is not out cage
born to be forever young
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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Two Different People
Two different people
Black people, white people
Black world, White world
A black person thinks different from the white people
White people thinks highly of himself
White people works very hard for his living
Black's are lazy
They don't want to work, they just want the money
You have to work for the money, they just don't get it
White people knows that there are no free ride in life
Black's want a free ride, there are no free ride in life
Nothing is free in life except for the air that you breathe
The white people have to be careful of what they say to the black People
Whatever you say to the black people if they don't like it they will say it Is discrimination
We can't understand them
They have a mind of their own
The white people are loving and caring
What about the black people?
Not a hope in hell
I don't want any part of the black world
The black world is not safe for me
So I rather stay in my white world where I feel safe
We can't trust them
The reason why there is violence in this world is because the black People cause it
Now they don't like it because they have to live with it
We want a safe world for our people
The black people don't care about it because the only thing they know And seen is violence
There is too much violence on TV
They like it
They like the feeling of danger
We white don't like the feeling of danger
The blacks hate the white people and the white people don't like them Either
The white people knows when to shut up
The black people never knows when to shut up
There is why there are always problem with them
They make life miserable for us
The white people will always be a good friend
The black people can never be your friend
They will take everything they can get from you for free
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Money, Money
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind
Ain't it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me
That's too bad
So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world
song performed by by ABBA
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Hey, Mr DJ
Oh Backstreets,one time, here we go
I could tell when I stepped in the room
And I saw you standing there
By the way that your body moved
I couldn't help the way I stared
There was some mysterious force
Leading me here to you
So I stood there watching
And I was hypnotized
By the rythum of you body
And the music in your eyes
and I was lost inside your world with you
Chorus
Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me
Out on the floor in my arms She's gotta be
Let's get it on
Jam all night long
Mr. DJ Mr. DJ please play it for me
Now it feels like it could be romance
As we dance across the floor
Every move that your body makes
Only makes me want you more
And it seems like time's movin' fast
How can we make it last
(Make it last now) Make it last somehow
As we keep on dancing
I am hypnotized
By the rhythm of your body
And the music in you eyes
I was lost inside your world with you
Chorus
Close your eyes (close your eyes)
And imagine (just imagine) the sound
Let the music (let the music) Put you in a zone
I get lost Lost inside a groove
When you do the things you do
Come on and work you body, Work your body
Hey! Mr DJ, Jam all night long
Hey! Mr DJ, Play that song for me
Hey! Mr DJ, Jam all night long
Hey! Mr DJ, Play that song for me
Chorus
Keep it comming Mr. DJ
Repeat to fade
song performed by by Backstreet Boys
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Play On The Music
Play on the music
Drop by drop
The strings divine
The nature at its eloquence
From heavens to earth
Stretch the string
Play on the music
Drop by drop
Beethoven’s symphony
Chopin’s piano
Santana’s guitar
Or the cuckoos song
Play on the music
Drop by drop
In the heat of the night
In cold surroundings
The story of my love
My illusions great
I construct heavens
Play on the music
Drop by drop
For the moments rare
It’s only for those
The discerning here
The enchanted being
Play on the music
Drop by drop
Don’t leave me alone
O soul you fly
The body shivers
With the thought
Of death and destruction
O soul we were friends
Thou fly to eternity
Play on the music
Drop by drop
Your place is heaven
I want to be heard
A slave to a master
So ungrateful
Your beauty in this world
I hath been
You decorated me
With ornaments rare
Play on the music
Drop by drop
For this is your fate
O carrier of soul
The life’s going by
Take your share
O body of the soul
Freedom anew
In the world here
Play on the music
Drop by drop
For I am the real
The being and the nothing
The beloved and the rival
The saki and the wine
Play on the music
Drop by drop
In the deep longing
Of the night long
The strings so stretched
From the heavens to earth
Sing songs of love, O beloved mine
Reveal thy face, in my imaginations wild
Torn is my being, between real and unreal
Play on the music
Drop by drop
In the middle of the night
The rain drops falling
From the clouds high
Is telling me this story
Khayyam’s disciple
Sings a song
Play on the music
Drop by drop
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Do You Believe In Magic
Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart
How the music can free her, whenever it starts
And it's magic, if the music is groovy
It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie
I'll tell you about the magic, and it'll free her soul
but It's like trying to tell a stranger 'bout rock and roll
If you believe in magic don't bother to choose
If it's jug band music or rhythm and blues
Just go and listen it'll start with a smile
it won't wipe off your face no matter how hard you try
Your feet start tapping and you can't seem to find
How you got there, so just blow your mind
If you believe in magic, come along with me
And we'll dance until morning till theres just you and me
And maybe, if the music is right
I'll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night
And we'll go dancing, baby, then you'll see
How the magic's in the music and the music's in me
Yeah, do you believe in magic, yeah
Believe in the magic of a young girl's soul
Believe in the magic of a rock and roll
Believe in the magic that can set you free
aaahhh, im talkin bout the magic
Do you believe in magic, yeah
Do you believe like I believe
Now do you believe like I believe in magic
Do you believe like I believe
Do you believe like I believe
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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What Is Music
What is music?
What is music?
Is music the languages that shoot out of my mouth and speak in silence?
Is music the moving of my lip according to my mind command?
What is music?
Music is the one two word that my mind put together in my mouth
Music is the airs that escape a snap of my violence teeth
Music is the wisdom sound my mind and mouth produce
Music is the combine sound that entertain my ear drum
What is music?
Music is a simple sound I verbalize to state my joyful soul
Music is the jingle that loosen my soul in time of desire
Music is the sounds that launch me to a free world
Music is the spirit that struggle in me
What is music?
Music is the sound I scream from my mouth to a free humanity
Music is a one two word I yell
Music is the lyric I cry to express my mental mind,
My beating heart
My jumping feet
My shouting soul
My sweating body
What is music?
Music is the rhythm of my voice, what is music? ?
poem by Robert Otim
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Money Money Money
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Aint it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
Thats too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldnt have to work at all, Id fool around and have a ball...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
A man like that is hard to find but I cant get him off my mind
Aint it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldnt fancy me
Thats too bad
So I must leave, Ill have to go
To las vegas or monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same...
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich mans world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich mans world
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
Its a rich mans world
Its a rich mans world
song performed by by ABBA
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Workaholic
R- ray a- anita
Ok, let's go to work!
The workaholic!
The workaholic!
R: the workaholic he works every day
24 hours, no time to play
He won't quit; he's addicted to work
I think he's going out like a jerk
Working, working, what can you do?
See the light from a different point of view!
Ready in the morning for the bell to chime
I think he's glad it's working time!
The workaholic!
A: work your body, baby work your soul!
Keep on workin' workin' to the bone!
Work your body, baby, work your soul
I'm a workaholic when i'm on the floor!
The workaholic!
R: first like a jerk, why you always work?
Messing up your mind with that paperwork?
The only thing is to break ball
Is working, yo, and that's all
They do it for money, but he for fun
He won't get away until the job is done
For drinkin' drinkin' like an alcoholic
The guy is just a workaholic!
The workaholic!
A: work your body, baby work your soul!
Keep on workin' workin' to the bone!
Work your body, baby, work your soul
I'm a workaholic when i'm on the floor!
The workaholic!
The workaholic!
The workaholic!
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Music and lyrics
Its music that wakes me up to a shiny day
Even if it’s dull like shades of gray
Its music that makes every day a “special day”
Even for the least unexpected way
Its music that gives me life like the sun
Even if my world refuses to take spun
Its music that wields me to strive and run
Even if my body takes on a million pun
Its music that serves as my “guiding light”
Even through the coldest, darkest of all the night
Its music takes a stand for me to fight
Even if everyone seems nowhere in sight
Its music that serves as my only inspiration
Even if the world doesn’t even bother for such reason
Its music that takes me to a world full of imagination
Even if everyone seems to bliss me off to harsh realization
Its music that permits my love take such progress
Even if everyone seems happy to see me oppress
Its music that I will forever stand up for such prowess
Even if it has taken as a promise to you my Goddess…
poem by Kaizer Phanton
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I am chained
I am slave and chained
My hands are tightened
Mouth is sealed and eyes blinded
World has seen it but never minded
Since years I am under occupation
Children and their mothers suffer sans relation
Looses daily one soul forever
Still world has no time to care ever
Any time the artificial line is drawn
Curfew is imposed and shutters are down
Siren raids are on and life is shattered
Life is turning from bad to worst and remains scattered
Is this the price my kids may have to pay?
The world may silently watch and have nothing to say?
Alright I shall bleed some more
Let them see me in tears furthermore
How can youth control their rage?
When no peace in sight and house is on ablaze
How many more of them you want to die?
Humanity doesn't want to offer even single try?
How long will you witness my body to collapse?
Cry under pillow and shed the tears?
Blood soaked bodies to be seen all over and no one to see?
Can we call whole world as democratic and free?
No one has observed a single fast when I was raped?
Took out cloths daily and still people have clapped
How would you tolerate such happenings in your own home?
When some one enters by force and remains as unwelcome
You may all open eyes and see the reality
Daily new born die for the poor facilities
I cry silently from the world and cover the face
Would you mind entire race is wiped out from earth's surface?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Money and Love
She was reading a book on a bench.
He recognized her. Years ago
He had a crush on her in high school.
So what is now your luminous goal in life? ”
She asked.
“Money and fame”, he said.
“Your answer is more disappointing
Than surprising”, she said.
“Why? You don’t want money and fame? ”
“No, I don’t want money and fame.”
“You’re a hypocrite.”
“This sneer was predictable, but I really
Don’t want money and fame.”
“Why? You don’t need money to buy
Food, clothes and other necessities? ”
“Of course I need. However, I am talking
About priorities. I don’t live to make
Money; I make money to live”, she said.
“I see. But how can you be happy
If you are not rich? ” he asked.
“I don’t believe that happiness really
Can emanate from wealth.
My neighbor won millions in the casinos
Of Las Vegas but he is still depressed.
And a lot of unhappy rich and famous
People walk the streets out there.”
“So what is it that you really desire in life? ”
“Peace, well-being and contentment.”
“That’s all? ”
She gave him a gentle and exploring look.
“No”, she said. “That’s not all.
I desire to have an inner fortune that
Eclipses all the external thrills of the world.
I want to love and to be loved.”
poem by Paul Hartal
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Zebra World (Not Animal Related)
The world is still going on about the color of others skin
We need to be more like a zebra a mixture of black and white
So much racism
Hard to walk down the street without seeing a racial war
I can't take this s**t anymore
Who cares if your black, white, or even asian
We all function the same
I don't know where this started, and I don't know who to blame
Someone tell me why we fire upon each other
So what if blacks were slaves many years ago
Don't blame whites for there ancestors mistakes
Now white people stop looking at skin color
See who they are on the inside
We are no different
Its time to end this stupid fighting
Now its time for peace
Lets all work together
In creating this zebra world.
poem by Kevin Fisher
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Y... Food for the soul
Food for the body
I know of men, who do not have enough,
Lacking food and drink, their life is rough
Day in, day out they struggle for food
There is no time for any other good
Food for the ego
I know of men who have enough food and drink
So they have time for something else to think
Their egos are hungry for money, power and fame
Getting more, being restless, an endless game
Food for the soul
I know of men who are contented with how they live
They focus on soul and never cease to give
To give love and support, perform acts randomly kind
They are the ones who have at any time peace of mind
poem by Aufie Zophy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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