Not Change


It's an illusion to think.
Because I heard,
That they died.
Those peope,
I don't get why.
You have a scream,
Listened by millions.
Then a whisper,
Listened by trillions.
Because people think the worlds been changing,
People campaigning,
But there's still kids straining,
And you let your kid go on complaining.
Born in the wrong place
Born with the wrong face,
Born at the wrong time,
Hours for a dime!
But in that other place,
With the right face,
And the right dime,
People have the time.
Even though I say this,
No one will bother to change it.
After all change doesn't change,
Because people hate change.
And hate giving up their change.

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