Retreat

I took it upon myself to look out for other people
What happens to me is another story to tell
Retreating backs and reproaching sentences made it so whilst no one watched over my very back 
Each one for himself ,God for us all 
We were kept in our zone but that zone they cloned couldn't contain us 
We stooped too low,low to the level of a second grade human 
It wasn't our fault though,we fought the fight, not any normal fight but the rich man's war
It really took a toll on our health, psychology and emotions 
Workers work hard for their money yet they are still poor but those pot bellied men they call their bosses work less and earn more 
You work hard for people to succeed but they refuse to give you the acknowledgment you deserve
Open the door to those people and what you get in return is nothing to write home about 
It is about time we stood our grounds and fight this menace 
Life ain't fair to those who are fair in their dealings 
A poor man works very hard yet gets a penny as gratitude but his employer is lavishing in luxury.
Africans let us wake up from our slumber because it is every rich man's dream to rule a country 
Ever seen a poor politician before? Hell no that game is solely for the rich and elite in the society 
They fly their family abroad when the tension rise and allow us to fight for them 
We won't fight another rich man's war !!

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