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The Buskers
If everyone gave a dollar
To the buskers
It would be a much different society
People do not give enough credit
To those who make this world
Colorful and symphonic
Instead they steal the stars from
The night sky
With fluorescent grays
They demolish natural beauty
For it to only be replaced
By raped resources
They’ll burn down the world
To turn ash into cash
Trickling down pennies to the artist's reach
No wonder there are so many
Conspiracies about other earthly beings
Making ancient, beautiful things
We can comprehend only greed
As give us our boxes to perform
On the streets
What if we could all thrive
By making this world
A masterpiece
To the buskers
It would be a much different society
People do not give enough credit
To those who make this world
Colorful and symphonic
Instead they steal the stars from
The night sky
With fluorescent grays
They demolish natural beauty
For it to only be replaced
By raped resources
They’ll burn down the world
To turn ash into cash
Trickling down pennies to the artist's reach
No wonder there are so many
Conspiracies about other earthly beings
Making ancient, beautiful things
We can comprehend only greed
As give us our boxes to perform
On the streets
What if we could all thrive
By making this world
A masterpiece
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