Those who mine out gold <br />From the ground <br />To sell for the rich <br />And make for the poor. <br />They are mere mortals! <br /> <br />Those who beg by the roadside <br />Under streams of hard times <br />When famished, to feed themselves <br />And their hungry children <br />They are mere mortals! <br /> <br />Those who destitute who suffer in slavery <br />For hard and cool times <br />But still been killed by their masters <br />As they search for liberty. <br />They are mere mortals! <br /> <br />Those who were born with silver spoons <br />Dangling in their mouth <br />And died with possessive wealth <br />And buried with those caskets chartered with gold. <br />They are mere mortals!<br /><br />Godspower Oshodin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-are-mere-mortals/
