society

She calls you

in the middle of the night

he calls you

only looking for a fight

people somehow manage

to live that kind of life

from the privilaged 

to those that struggle

to harnest their own human rights

Society today is a funny living thing

with its' good and bad

and ungly sting

One has dreams 

to be at the top of it all

but the journy there will cause a few falls

what matters is getting back up for that fight

wither your priviledge

broke,

or wight 

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