We Are Passers By Poem by Madrason .

We Are Passers By



We dig our graves
economic slaves
heads in ground
before we're dead
a grumbling sound
and never found
the ants weigh as much
as our whole humanity
and they ´ll etch our skins
if we don't wake up
correct our sins
and promise them
some grateful deed
and mind our feet
a world in need
of dignity! !



Madrason 20 apr 2015 The Ant

Monday, April 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dignity
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