glorious city with colorful lights
glittering with gold, with best lifestyle
fancy people belong here
they all wear hats and long coats
their shoes polished shining
their language articulate
men always walk with pride
their ladies always glowing and bright
each one of them own a house big and plush
inside they sit and relax
while they sip their english tea in expensive cups
someone not so polished sweats
this someone not so polished, is the servant who does’t sleep
the one who cooks for a family of 20, for him there’s nothing to eat
he doesn’t wear shoes of any kind, nor does he speak good language
always he walks behind the master carrying his master’s luggage
his children have never seen a school, neither have they seen a playground
for they are forced to follow the footsteps of their father
they never step out of the servant’s quarter
generations to come shall follow the tradition
children of masters to remain masters
to rule the children of the servants
slowly, the glittery glorious city, birthing a city
that’s dull, full of pain
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Thank You
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Such a great post 👍
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Hey thanks for stopping by beautiful!!
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Pleasure :))
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wow.. powerful stuff Zigyasa .. But it needed to be said .. “glass castles and their tenants” indeed
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Wow… that’s beautiful…. give me more tips and I shall improvise…. Thank You so much
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😀 .. you are welcome and thanked for the current boost of inspiration .. don’t mention it … there’s alot more where that came from .. :p
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🙂
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you know there is so much pleasure in finding like minded people.. it is such a feeling..
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thanks for the reblog!!
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my pleasure.. 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Eastern Noise.
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That’s brilliant!
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I am glad you liked it!! Thank you
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