Senseless Dollars Poem by Joyce Rugg
Senseless Dollars
happiness can't be bought
But everything else is for sale
Oppression, misery, even death
For the right price, it's all yours
American eagle only soars
By pinning others to the ground
We pay for human suffering,
Luxuriate in their pain
It's convenient to murder,
You don't even need a knife
Death is served, steaming hot
For only ninety nine cents
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10/6/2024 11:12:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow nice! ! Great read.