What would you say
If I told you life was meant for the weakest
Handled by the rich
But valuable for the poor
For I think I'm sure
That for each human, love is the realest
That breath comes to those
Who really need it more
And so what's next in store
Relies on farmers and dreamers
Those of us who love
And have something to live for
But all of us, held captive
By takers and leaders
The wealthy and succesfull
Who cannot love no more
Written by: Niloo Farahzadeh
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