THEY (ORIGINAL POEM)

When you are polite, they will not let you live,
they think you are weak, stupid and just so naive ...
They are very evil and in nature physically strong,
think, you are their property, to them you belong ...
They have no empathy and feelings, nothing at all,
enjoy, when they see you, how you suffer and fall ...
They treat you, like you are their, helpless slave,
waiting for You, my Lord, I have my soul to save ...
And, every day, you have to deal with a lot of rage,
is not already enough, you are working for a wage ...
Yes, they will make your, pointless life so bitter,
do not care, they like to live in the glamour - glitter ...