Foul Play Of The Rich Poem by Rekha Mandagere

The Kicking rich
Has glossy looks but opaque touch
Who live amidst the fence of lies
The rulers of wealth
Are sweet tongued elite filth
They display their worth
In show pieces
They spend lavish time
Gazing at bank balance
And make fun at bankrupts
By defending evil acts
They kill truths
And glorify lies
Also Provide false tips
Grow their dirty egos
To walk on the hearts
Of the helpless lots
Enacting foul plays
They invent new nightmares
Dreadful demons
Swallow all human rights
Who can Break life into pieces
Oh God! Where is peace?
There should be defense
To end up this
Foul fun of corrupt souls!


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