Bourgeoisie Poem by Waylon Harper

Bourgeoisie



Here they come
And there they went
They know their future
They can't relent

A dime a dozen
But millions strong
Swarming like a locust plague
After Aztec Gold

The blight they leave is malignant
Corrupts the mind and kills the soul
Humanity dies and Injustice reigns
In the search for Aztec Gold

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