stop complaining

the whining goes way back in the days of exodus

where hebrews were enslave by pharoah

whose language of freedom was absent like a person wandering aimlessly

god saved you

and you complain

the moping of not able to drink water

when god instructed moses to strike a rock

water gushed out powerfully so one dies from dehydration

you crying like a baby because god's plan

was questioned when he gave his word that you will all be fed with bread and meat

it still wasn't enough

the audacity of mumbling utter nonsense under your breath

that you wanted to go back to egypt

that same place where you were all walking down memory lane all over again

where slavery was 1st commence

how ungratefully unappreciative you are

reminds me of people in this day in age

where bickering is everyday rituals

that fails to recognize the sacrifices one makes in creating a platform so life can be a little bit easier for you

people complain there is no snow

so when there's snow

people still grumble with annoyance that is insensible

if its cold, you're moping

if its hot, you're fussing

barack obama is half black, therefore, it's not enough that he's a man of color that rewrote history that many thought would never happen

people are never satisfy

do me a favor, and stop whining

you get what you deserve

unless you're going to do something that contributes importance, stop complaining, and deal with it

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