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The Real Criminals
Fiends dressed in suits,
greed's accepted disguise;
here to grease fleece
all the earthly unwise.
Stuff the banks,
stack the party ranks.
The masses they once again foil,
with their wars for opium and oil.
Suckers born by the second,
vampire lust, fresh blood.
Our youth , the pills pushed in it
Fake paper god, nothing sacred above.
One global ripoff,
Soon complete it will be.
Unsew those shut eyes,
everpresent misery.
copyrights 2016 Michael J. Kucera
greed's accepted disguise;
here to grease fleece
all the earthly unwise.
Stuff the banks,
stack the party ranks.
The masses they once again foil,
with their wars for opium and oil.
Suckers born by the second,
vampire lust, fresh blood.
Our youth , the pills pushed in it
Fake paper god, nothing sacred above.
One global ripoff,
Soon complete it will be.
Unsew those shut eyes,
everpresent misery.
copyrights 2016 Michael J. Kucera
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