• suleimanfateh 5w


    On hope are we
    To be free from unreal
    They - the so called elites,
    Manifestoes of untrue truth.
    In them, reflection of healthy greediness,
    But blind are we
    By our never coming dreams
    Told by these tellers of fairytales.
    Sitting are we,
    Expecting the unexpected tomorrow,
    As they loot and plunder
    But known to us is never,
    Because, robbed are our minds
    To a romanticized world.
    Oh, you masters
    Of tales,
    When will this world of yours arrive?