You can't become a little bit old and wise no more
enjoying the sunny breeze in the Garden.
Your grandchildren have to work too hard
to keep the big wheels turning,
you're reduced to a number in the monetary structure.
You better stay forever young
and keep strong to keep on hunting in the concrete jungle
of the deaf, dumb and blind
to pay off your debts to the wall street company.
Still in chains
hoping for a next life
some kisses in the summer rain
in a world full of strife.
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