There is enough for the grab
For all people in all climes.
God couldn't have created His people
Without correspondent resources
To cater for their sustenance
God created men and women
Big and small, strong and weak
So that they will complement each other
Scratch my back I scratch your yours
Love one another as God loved His church.
And as you love yourself.
Unfortunately, the strong breed among men
Took advantage of their prominent situation
To exploit the poor and the wretched of the earth
In order to enrich themselves and their peers
And forsake the miserable who languish in squalor.
They suck away all the resources
That God set aside for all and sundry
So that when others experience lack
They swim in affluence and plenty
The drainage pipes are everywhere
And always ready to suck away
The bits and pieces that are available
The drainage pipes are everywhere
They come in all forms and shapes
Like the breweries and other monopolists
They drain all resources of man and make
Him more vulnerable to all odds
Can you say what sucks away yours?
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