Feed the rich, sorry no scraps for the poor
enjoy the gruel, what do you mean you want more?
half the wealth in a handful of peoples coffers
whilst the rest of us search for those low price offers
A population on its knees, whilst these thieves live like kings
enjoying the fruits of our blood, sweat and tears, it stings
always trying to make the pennies count
when pay day is a week away with an empty bank account
The prices rise, whats the freddo increased to now?
whilst wages stagnate they want more somehow
a tax on your life, cant afford to be poor
attacks the lowest earners, it somehow costs more
Make believe money, made up numbers, banks got us worried
none of it is real, but without the paper it has us buried
they have it made, if it all falls apart
we will bail them out, give them a fresh start
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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