Anger Concealed

When identity, become a jail cell

Dwelling, among the compelled

Living, under this spell

Like nobody will fail

Buying, everything they sell

The only way you excel

Is you get to pick, what’s under the shell

Farewell prick, your end, was a foretell

Leave nothing, except the smell

To the Earth, you fell

In your coffin, I put the last nail
Your life was just, a great betrayal

You, capitalists, will never prevail

This wicked tale, comes to an end, like all tales

Snake eats tail, either we fail or we travail

No avail, to be poor is to live on the third rail

Suffering is hidden, under the veil

Suffering is weak, keep it out of text and emails

I could, regale, with stories how they assail

How they steal, how our youth, they keel

Genocide on the poor, how do we deal

Welfare drying up, no food for a meal

Leaving us, no choice, other to rob and to steal

Born on my knees, and still learning how to kneel

My anger is concealed, my cases are appealed

My end already revealed, I’ll die poor like my peoples