Paid
Paid to write a song
And to write a script
And to write a play
And a poem in the midst.
Artists around the world.
They know they get hardly paid.
The vastness of the words
Hardly said.
In the words so vast
There are meanings so long,
Yet the words of a song
Are rapidly neglected.
To a few here and there
They do not share
The almost non-existent
Paid song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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