'' You Will Now Disappear '' Poem by Bri Mar

Come all ye sinners,
Eat your caviar dinners,
As those who feed you all starve,
In this unfair life, cheats are the winners,
Why care? it's the poor you lot carve.

While we pay tax,
You avoid it in packs,
Your dishonesty just never ends,
While we struggle, you live life to the max,
Of course, with some help from your friends.

Those in power,
Do make us cower,
But over them you lot have a hold,
You keep them prisoner in your ivory tower,
With secrets, never to be told.

Overcharging is rife,
It's your duty in life,
To ensure we're at your beck and call,
It gives you great pleasure to cause us all strife,
Your greed you say does enthral.

Rotten to the core,
You demand even more,
Your profiteering you try to defend,
Our appeals for assistance you always ignore,
Your ways you refuse to amend.

What you cannot deny,
Is one day you'll die,
Material wealth has no place after here,
With common decency you refused to comply,
Like your riches,

‘' You Will Now Disappear ‘'