Soul Of American Money; Sam Poem by Madrason .

Soul Of American Money; Sam



For behind his twinkling eyes
nothing more than vicious lies
never meant to share his share
always in that same old chair
never giving up his place
says ‘ he does ' to serve the race
blind -before that human kind-
folding, letting leap behind
don ' t you see reality
all subjected, all G.I.
-not allowed to ask for WHY-
dummies for humanity. M

Soul Of American Money; Sam
Monday, August 9, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: morality
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