Those who mine out gold
From the ground
To sell for the rich
And make for the poor.
They are mere mortals!

Those who beg by the roadside
Under streams of hard times
When famished, to feed themselves
And their hungry children
They are mere mortals!

Those who destitute who suffer in slavery
For hard and cool times
But still been killed by their masters
As they search for liberty.
They are mere mortals!

Those who were born with silver spoons
Dangling in their mouth
And died with possessive wealth
And buried with those caskets chartered with gold.
They are mere mortals!

Godspower Oshodin

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