I’ve no money but I have wealth.
What constitutes well-being, health?
If riches rule this barren land,
The wealth of power in their hand
Then I beg of you, please let me rule
For their wealth is the wealth of fools!
Silver bars and ingots gold
Along with power makes hearts cold
Though sturdy hearts may rule supreme
These puppet lords live but their dream.
Give me logic, common sense
Not hollow words of false pretence
They contradict their every speech
They’re out of touch, we’re out of reach
For love and brains don’t come from gold
Their mis-spent youth, this country, sold.
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