AMNESIA

All they’ll see is you

You and your stacked pockets

All they’ll ever lay eyes upon are the mansions and the ride you acquired

They’ll always develop amnesia

To your severe struggles

How hunger was your typical three square meal

And you learned to always finish your plate

They’ll never reminisce your pain

How you strained and ached for gain

How you searched for your future in the dark mud

In the lonely roads of adventure

You worked like HE who died 2,000 years ago

And only now you remember that money like love is a blindfold

Wipes away slates of anger

And formats the brain of adversaries

And even if they forget

Do not

It is your story

And if you don’t

WHO WILL?