Mind of a Capitalist

Need to get rid of it

Check the price tag on your nikey shoe

thats 10% of it

embeded in their daily dues, bet you dont have a clue


Establish something that could keep them down

Hope your not confounded

while they tell them not to frown

In queues for daily meals when crowded


Are they money hungry or they seem to have forgotten

That they have fallen victim

To the illusions of wealth, that makes them seem rotten

If ever to the clan of victims


Guess we all in the pursuit of money

Yet we never care, get the picture?

Yet we'll say it dont matter honey

Or it dont matter mister


But we just pray you're not the one

At the end of the sword.........

Or gun







This poem is about: 
Our world


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