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Poor billions

Two Ships not passing in the night

Darkness rises sun stands tall
Off the coast of anywhere you are

Waves lap at the sand seashells glisten
We set off on our journey of life

Crowded and cramped
Not 1st Class

Here is where the story turns into 2 episodes

Clothes on my back baby in arms
Looking for a brighter future for us and them

A world away rich men play with their toys
Titan not Titanium headed for an iceberg

1:45 in there is a Warning
Bubbles rise up

Billions go down
Back to the other ship

Immigrants looking for a better life
Tossed into an angry sea

Momas and Babies struggle to not drown
Billionaires on a Peter Pan Mission

So where to deploy our life resources
Cash money near Titanic

Or some Moms and Pa’s trying to lift their life up
Saving billionaires with millions

Or some parents and children
You know where this goes

Money rules the roost
Loss of culture

Saving big dollars
How many bright lights get extinguished

To save 5 men
Coast guard on the case

But not where tragedy crashes
Slipping below the surface

Little one has no recourse
Sink into the dark water

As boats race to save a billionaire escapade
Covering the size of Connecticut
Written by oldmanG
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