Betrayers Are Winners Poem by Chan Mongol

BETRAYERS ARE WINNERS
poem by Chan Mongol
March 13 of 2021


Help and love from any flesh and blood are unpredictable;
Help and love from plants, trees, straws are functional, real.

What I gave to miserable betrayers and to their types;
Their bloods are polluted not do favors in their lives.

More generous I was and helped them in the past;
Hugely, they robbed me and polluted air with chemical dust.

People came in life to get my donation and charity;
They had my love and blood then betrayed me.

Hallucination is better than facing real people;
Friends and people control you harshly and do evil.

I been falling over and over and I always rise;
To knock me out, the hyena devil always tries.

Someone whispered and advised me what to do;
Commander said, forward march! One life to go!

Sister said, what you got by sacrificing money, efforts, prayers?
You went down and suckers became betrayers, winners.