Sammy's Notes

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The Man In A Hollow Suit - Poem by Sammy's Notes

The hollow suit wanders the streets
In his weak hands he holds a briefcase...
Full of money, from the souls he sells
In his eyes you'll see the burning remorse...
Full of fear, from the lies he sows
He keeps his proud chin so high...
He refuses to see the shit on his knees, that is us
We build his home, we make his food...
We serve and bow, but for what?
This man in all of his glory...
Build from lies to reach his place in the food chain
They eat us alive to make more machines...
We just live in ignorance, as these animals torment our lives
Is this anyway to live...
Are we willing to go down without a fight?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2008

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