By Yahya

In the cold winds of a dry land

A world remains unknown.

In the same lands of fruits and grains,

King’s reign untamed.


Why then do you fear

The gems that lie with them?

You sit and judge and blame them all

But yet they call the shots.


You curse and growl at their hide and feasts

Yet glad they give you breaks.

You claim they’re poor and dirt inclined

But yet they own the banks.


I’m shook by your words and logic alike

But still, I pray for you

That someday you’ll be bold enough

To explore the depths unknown.

Written by : Sarauta

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