Gold And Dust. Poem by Marcondes Pereira
Gold And Dust.
They know about Gold and wine,
Inside the churches life is easy.
Here, we are always hungry and tired.
Inside the castles no one is busy.
King's splendor never gets expired.
Nobles lives around seas of gold,
french people get more and more old.
Inside the churches, they speak about liberty
bourgeoisie will show them, red days of reality.
We see dust and a huge poverty line.
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