A hand that fed all this years,
Now is praise not no more.
All those mouth that ate, are all now forgotten
A hand that fed ᴜnderneath the sky,
Far wide in garden's,
ɪt's now thanks not no more.
All those mouth that ate, are all now vanished
Not all the living things in this world
ʜave kindness.
You can tread upon and upon ʙeyond this meek mountains,
You'll find not a conscience heart.
©phiweh.
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