The marginalized are the stepping stones, cat’s paws.
The scapegoats imbued with the guilt of the vile
Wild goose chase, futile,
The right keys are hidden and locked by the so-called authority.
Bare men instead of gunmen.
Where dogs are more watchful than the guards.
Wealth defines guards,
Because the silver spoons are the bed of rose while
The rest are grasses exposed in all kinds of bitter weather.
A punch in the gut, we howl badly.
The fear of great mayhem.
Men of weapon without bullets.
Men of mere uniform.
Men of astraphobia
From sunup till sundown,
Learning how to kick
While we are already half dead.
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