Belly Of The Beast Poem by Poemahontas Poemadonna
Belly Of The Beast
The rich is getting richer
Preaching heaven to the sinners
We're framed, I see the picture
There are more losers than winners
The dollar falling quicker
While the sick is getting sicker
White collar are the tricksters
Every year they're getting slicker
Only to keep the peace
Some feed the belly of the beast
I see wolves dressed as sheep
It's systematic fakery
Before I feed your ego
I'll fly away like an eagle
We're never treated equal
I thought that we're all God's people
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4/18/2024 8:46:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
contextually rich and right spot on... increasingly denizens of village earth are wide eyed and livid at the crass thievery and brazen larceny that is the lot of their community. content wise fluid simple and light very nice liked