The Times

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I treat pride like foolishness; SILENCE

I see greed as the fetus of VIOLENCE

The free world is a stage; MADNESS

Every man for himself like FRIENDLESS

Times are like sand paper call it ROUGHNESS

Emptiness is full, cash is scarce like KINDNESS

Hustle round the clock no rest like TIMELESS

We don't smile no more, work hard and PLAY LESS                              

We don't cry, we don't pray, its FAITHLESS

All doors closed, we struggle, its HOPELESS

By Kyng David, © 2013, All rights reserved.