• Hypocrisy
    On goes the gushing streams,
    flowing in less fortunate dreams.

    Dreams of success,
    Dreams of power,
    In the end, a wilting flower.

    The hopes and frets,
    Unlucky bets,
    and the profit, the rich men gets.

    The same men who give this hope,
    meanwhile creating an endless slope.

    But in the end
    They're just grand lies,
    Not a swan, but simply flies,
    Contributing to the poor mans cries.