Such a Riot (fear nothing, lost everything)

Another one of those raves in rhyme, this one is about the person who has lost everything, His house, job and almost his family. Tomorrow is always another day and things will look better. My father always said “every dog has his day”. And we shall have our day in the sunshine. All the best, thost. P.S. Let me know what I should write about, and I’ll try my best.

Thirty years of grind burned into your brow,

Lines deep as dept wrote all over your face.

Pay those bills buy food and ape the cash cow.

Falling to the ground all covered in mace.

Looking up you wonder why you’re down here,

Your late forties scream this is your last chance.

The union said you have nothing to fear,

Banker said no sir there is no advance.

Your life your house it’s all taking away,

Sharp kick to the grind you’re back on home ground,

Landlords rent you’ll pay until your last day,

Cannot move or speak I’m starting to drowned.

Those banker swine taking all of my time,

Mortgaged to hell rub my face in the grime.