Poor Poem by Chan Mongol

POOR
Poem by Chan Mongol
June 8 of 2022



Am I printing money with the machine to make money?

I scan plans of poor who to get money to rid poverty.

Am I an employer or a governmental minister?

I been surviving with suffering without the proper care.

But you can deposit your surplus money to me;

And only then, I will plant your money tree free.

I never thought of getting the worst fate;

Life, wealth and age are thinner and delicate!

Whoever we called beautiful is not anymore fun;

End of the day is dark and none can about turn!

The truth sounds sour and you better know about it;

Otherwise, few of your generations will remain unfit.