The Soldiers And Workers Bleed Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Slither away you pesky serpents of the night.
It is not enough for you to reign for half the day,
so you try to make our days full of your shadow.
Ripping through the hearts of the struggling people,
giving yourself more wealth because profits have swelled.
Why not distribute it to all the struggling people
except that it might make you look weak
to all of your wealth swimming friends.
The only weakness in people is some foster
the ability of surrounding themselves with greed.
The rich should be ashamed because they only
make money when their soldiers and workers bleed.