I Want More Rhythm Than Blues

Many of us will not experience the fabulous life,
while a select few have heaven on earth,
the gleam,the glamour we see on tv seems not right,
when most live their lives like they are cursed,
the rich stay rich and the poor stay poor,
that is how it’s fixed to be,
you damn near have to sell your soul to open up doors,
and pay your way just to stay free,
tv, facebook, and twitter,
everybody’s business is in the street,
no matter how rich you are, you are still a beggar,
with one million likes and one million tweets,
life is like a beat, people listen to the notes,
devil’s music is the sound they choose,
hey my mind is like everybody else,
I want more rhythm than blues…

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Balveen Cheema

Like you we all want more rhythm than blues!

Savi Mani

lovely poem dear, Anthony, isnt that what all of us want!!!!!…….


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