Your Poetry Dot Com - My name is wealth do my pockets look fat

leaves are falling elections in the air, Russia has not moved from Georgia seems the world does not care

we still have soldiers in the field, gas risen beyond our yield, voices broken all over but all with the same fears

times running short all flags should be half mass, our rights being taken away while being blamed for our pasts

banks taking homes, poverty on the rise, even their structures are not right as banks and savings disappears in the night

money losing value more like pretty paper to the eye, forcing ideas while pumping to much for pollution in our sky

freedoms rights chained by tons of red tape, afraid to rebel our words might cause a new fate

voices raised but at all the wrong goals, humanity's lost materials darkening our souls

fads and fashion all the new craze worried about what to wear our vision gets blocked in this dark haze

news lies television tells us what we need to hear if you do not like it i am sure there is a pill to cure

doctors like drug addicts rather pass a pill then figure your health, how else can they make so much wealth

president and primers all on a race, just hiding the truth on whats happening to this place

our views decided on color and sex what goals have these future care givers set

just another new week with no change in view sorry i can not stand with nothing to do

i am just one a small voice to you all just one in the light lets make change tear down there walls tonight

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