My sides hurt. Good one, Antar.
As short lived as our existence is we are purely,
The key to the future, a part in our peoples story,
Living unevenly privileged, yet equally-cursed,
Each one of us are the same when we sleep-in-a-hearse,
Don't ever let a mans wealth speak-for-his-worth,
Rather how he's remembered by the people-on-Earth.