Deprive Them From Their Greed

They stand watching

The dreaded one percent.

Everyone looking

They all say it’s unfair

But they won’t admit,

They are jealous of their place.

Because no one yells justice

When is not unfair for them

No single part would complain

If they were the one percent.

If one thing could be changed,

Then I say crush their intent.

Don’t help the enraged

Nor support the wealthy aged.

I say take away their drive

Because competition always cause despise.

The rotten capitalized mind,

Is programmed to leave you behind.

There is neither dream nor better life.

There is just a free-for-all match.

Everything has a cost,

Because you value more the coin.

Men kill and rob

Only for the profit of the job.

No matter who is bellow or in the top,

Make their want stop.

Because the entire hundred won’t realize

That is greed, not justice what they idolize.

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