Winning Losers Poem by Abdul Rahman

'Hail the Truths' though the highs prevails the pot.
The Sky shows nothing but the dreamers open their eyes
With whispers rising; for a few, this World won't be nice.
Powers make the dust shine and the history repeats here,
Bills thrown to cross the bar and to crown bear.
Not the good had slacked and slowed in its sleight,
It's the 'Mud Doped' human mind which provoked the plight.
Feast in the penury for the perdition is nothing but tears,
Won the name, killing the truths with lies without fears,
Here true hope dies when this 'Winning losers' are lot.