Like a seed buried within winters tax.
Brought to life at suns first divided rays.
Bursting from broken seed, no time to relax.
More taxing days will soon end these good days.
Sprouting forth growing as high as I can.
Reaching for heights I know I can not touch.
Divided six foot from all on this land.
One single chance for me to do so much.
Stretching out to take in shining sun rays
Spring will soon shift to summers scolding heat.
Dig my roots deep to survive harsher days
As summers heat is my last given treat.
Winter shall take more of a toll than ever.
I must survive this endless endeavor.
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~~Paid to live,
by the tax we give.
Yet, Better take heed
For the rich mans greed.
To make a quick dime
In a pandemic time..
Whats the value of a life
If your luxuries bear a strife?
Credit or health?
They choose wealth.
Greed in their heart,
as we watch them fall apart.
Labeling everything as if a GOD
by those reveal as a fraud.
Opening up to make a quick dime
Acceptable deaths should be a crime.
If we could just root in place.
Let the earth renew her face.
End the greed , Universal wealth.
As not turn eye to an enemy in stealth.
Whats worth more money or life.
Burn this dollar you give I accept any strife.
A few months to change how history is wrote.
Or give to greed and let this issue bloat.
Sick of this rich mans greed.
.Prey upon the poor mans need.
Some of your may die.
Yet they will never have to answer why.
To make a filthy dime
In a pandemic time..
Here's a Dare-
Act like you care.
Credit is given where credit is due~
What happens when Karma finds you?
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©lyriks
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