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The Hopeless

poem

Life given to the chosen
Money given to the helpless
They have to feed their kids
Please excuse the problems they may have did
I see a kid on the street crying for help
He got a gun in his hand
If his dad doesn't get money he has to do it himself
I see him pointing the gun at an elderly man
I asked him why must you go this route
It's the easiest way of getting out
Of being broke and hopeless
I gave you a million dollars have you noticed
I didn't but I'm going to tell my dad
About the money that was laid in my bag
He could never find him
People can kill for money
But it often leaves you lonely