Gold Turned Into Dirt Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Swallow a hot meal for one last time.
For you don't know when you'll have your next.
Generations so accustom to having things handed to them.
Not understanding the realties of limitations.
What was their has now become barren.
Is a luxury worth a wasteland?
As wall street shows gold made into dirt never works.
A bet against those who become the losers.
A profit is to be made upon the starvation of entire families.
Will that be where this greed eventually leads?
Who will be sympathetic to those who take with out ever giving back?
Lie, cheat, steal, to your way to the top.
Then when rungs on the latter start to break you want blame everyone but yourself.
An exposure of the top shelf.
Picture so deafening but yet nothing is done to change it.
A threat to the human way of life.
But it's okay because it has yet to effect me.
Like a car or truck under maintained wait in till something breaks and it will have to paid.
A debt unclaimed is definitely a dangerous game.
Like musical chairs who knows where this will end up.
On top of the shoulders of those who ignored this as undeserving as they may be.
Fairness upon the lady liberty.
Freedoms of the ignorant need not be as some would like to see it.
If a fool is willing to take it, then what harm could it really do.
A open invitation victimize as many as you can.
It is not like anyone actually takes a stand.
Not till now.
As occupation it makes me proud.
Yet still for the most part it is still covered in shroud.
For if it don't exist they think it might just go away.
A cloud upon sun shiny days.
A shadow that hopefully marks the ending something not so great.
The lack of coverage is definitely not something to celebrate.
For it is all but a disgrace to our name as a country.
Motto's long of the past.
No values steadfast.
And still I hope and pray the stand being made lasts.