Päättäjät ja köyhät - Indy Angel

DECISIONS AND THE POOR I have made it clear to myself, that the decision-makers will lead our country to its destiny. Don’t think, let’s hustle, and history repeats itself. The poor join the cry to the silent one, when a wall cuts off every route. They have tried to climb, but there is always a decision maker. The poor are seen as trash, they are always working. They don’t have glitter, they have heart, they are forgotten after death. So suddenly a beautiful thought remains, when you taste liquor, you taste sparkle. Poverty is beautiful to the poor, they sing when they finish their run. If there is a lot, we give, there is plenty of it. If there’s a little, we’ll take it the little bit off what he thinks he owns, and there is no love left. This makes my heart burn and I get a great introduction from this. And how much I want to love but first you have to subdue the power. When the decision-maker forgets the poor, he also forgets what he gets from it. To love the poor everyone receives a curse once. I try too when I’m poor, and my longing is as high as the sky. Yesterday took the money, the food too, and tomorrow will take the roof off me. I sit beside the sorrowful, they have lost their minds. This world is full of greed, and that’s why they’re drinking in the park now. If there is a lot, we give, there is plenty of it. If there’s a little, we’ll take it the little bit off what he thinks he owns, and there is no love left.