These multinational criminals of legalized crime
Many of them ought to be in prison serving years of time
Instead with their wealthy friends in upper class uptown restaurants they dine
And eat the best of food and drink the most expensive wine
Big company c e o's who to save their company billions in money make working class people unemployed
On making poor people poorer to them a sense of pride
They are rewarded for their dirty work in millions in pay
These legalized crooks of the Human World of today
The people the business tycoons celebrate
For making people on low wages unemployed they are lauded as great
They are of humanity's uglier side
And sadly their sort does exist Worldwide
Legalized criminals for want for them of a better name
They steal from the poor without a sense of shame.
I'm glad you didn't become one of those crims Francis. I'd read one or two of the poems by that sort of a guy. Any more would make me sick.
I'm glad you didn't become one of those crims, Francis. I wouldn't want to read your poetry if you were. One or two maybe, but I'm sure they'd quickly make me sick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A hyper reality well described.Thanks for sharing.