"Dawn: The New Hope" by Darein P. Catchillar

  “Dawn: The New Hope” by Darein P. Catchillar   The loud, wild, and elite people, whist as for they're asleep. Everyone is covered by rooftops together with their steep privileges. As the alley louted children who are lost, The great unwashed are forced to eat dust for a living.   They said it's humane, but never in the eye of those oppressed. Everyone has to run away from the malediction of these people above. They whimper under their voices, “This is life. This is how it should be.”   But it should never be with the wind and how the water should drift, Nor of these covetous minds could commit a nasty crime. If there has to be a pyramid, The one above should learn how to take a fellow plain and uncoined constancy.   Spick-and-span decisions should coil up all of those insurmountable oppressions. Those who are at the top of the triangle are as emulous as the greedy murderers. They wouldn't let the downtown feel the breeze...