The South Americas

The South Americas
Everyone in the South Americas make theft games
Minus those who are truly poor
Yes, my friend, life is so
The most skillful keep from life all its fruits
And the most naïve always end up with empty hands
Despite all that work from the poor’s hands
They are never going to win anything against the most intelligent tricks
Capable with the smartest of disguises and the best of mimicking confuse just about any heart
And only those who use not only their hearts but also their brains
Can win against the more intelligent of tricks
So, you see, life In the Americas is a constant roulette
Where there can only end up winning the players who really know how to be true lovers
However, among so many others, we will lose so many of the most hardworking laborers
Just because they have not yet understood the lesson well and all in vain
And continue to use only the heart and not the brain
Even if they only plan to do all the work with nothing left to gain.

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