THE QUEST OF THE WORKING CLASS

Behind a curtain of hidden tears
I see the remains of shattered dreams
no place for disappointment or shame
regardless of the pain
we must continue in this game.

The fallen ones don’t count.
The eternal winners we must glorify
The broken promise keeps separating us.
Deceit and betrayal we must forget.

No chance to look behind
the innocent, the disposed,
they get sacrificed
in name of progress and greatness.

The quest for wealth is unstoppable
the privilege of a few
cost the life of millions.
The crime never gets punished
and the victims get blamed for the fault.

This delusional fantasy
doesn’t forgive the unbelievers
if you dare to brake the rules,
get ready to bite the dust.

Life has passed before our eyes
at the very last minute we realize,
a mistake condemned the entire humanity
but now is late to go back.

Categories: Poems

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