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With war erupting everywhere, and people all left broke,
The rich continue living big and the poor just all lose hope.
No help is opffered, nothing given, sick and twisted lies,
And as the greedy hunger still, satan lives there lives.
The poor with nothing more to lose arise to save the day,
But beaten down and broken up, the government has slain.
Like pigs in pens the rich grow fat, and love what they have gained,
In hell they'll rot like putrid trash, The poor wiil live a gain.
- by guitargod527 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/21/2009 |
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Comments (1 Comments)
- L30NlTU5 - 06/22/2009
- You have an extremely good point... But... That's not exactly poetry...
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