World peace was offered at the table
Concessions made to share the meal
But with greed no one was able
With the poor to cut a deal
So to those in power, pocket's full
To the working masses none
Just politics as usual
To those beneath the table crumbs.
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A powerful write that bites on the flaws of politics. Intelligently penned and so true.10