Bound by material lust.
Clutched.
With a love to touch it.
And sits,
In the minds unfit...
For positions of leadership.
Bound,
To pick apart foundations.
While people re-act if shocked.
Bound.
And down by notches.
A quality of life is dropped.
Loving and deceived by liars.
Twisting truth.
To dupe.
Loving and deceived by liars.
Picking from their pockets loot!
Loving and deceived by liars.
Twisting truth.
To dupe.
Loving and deceived by liars.
Taking loot from them then scoot.
Bound by material lust.
And those entrusted.
Who leave them grieving.
Bound.
And down by notches.
Their quality of life is dropped.
And people re-act if shocked.
As if their minds have stopped,
From a thinking process.
While those they picked,
Play them for fools to trick!
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