Stuck.A Poem by Qaletaqa Hania
Work for money, work for gold.
You won’t be free, but will grow old. Day after day; just another replay. Confined by rules and law; When will we stand up and say: “That’s the last straw!” © 2015 Qaletaqa Hania |
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