Ripped off

I am living as a brother's pet
Without income for food or rent
I am still not qualified to work
And I can still cash from the milk?
I am away but I feel at home
Out in the cold and I feel warm

I am an escapee of the animal farms
Where we fought hated Mr jones off
And masses incomes were ripped off
Where milk are kept for pigly worms
Aye, I am away but I feel at home
Out in the cold and I feel warm

Where taxes were stolen to oppress
And looted money rubbed on my nose
And my complains I can not express
'Not to end up on a tight noose
I am away but I feel at home
Out in the cold and I feel warm

Where open looters surpass aye
Where people aye is powerless
I am away but I feel at home
Where clean water runs all day
Out in the cold and I feel warm
24 hours eletricity is not powerless




Poetry by Saheed Giwa
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Written on 2007-03-15 at 01:11

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normalil
I liked "am out in the cold but feel warm."
This is obviously a poem about a real and hard event. I would love to know the story behind it.......regards, Normalil.
2007-03-15