Horrible, soul-less dissemblers
Who kill children for money
Who starve children to put
More money into their banks
With secret accounts off-shore
And want to make more and more.
Too much money to even score
Because the books are cooked
To let them kill more children
For money because they think it’s funny
To starve more children and blame others;
Everyone but the mothers themselves.
We let them do it, with no sense to it
Just catastrophic greed, no real need
Because they have more money now
Than they can ever spend but somehow
It drives them like the gold fever of old
In 1849 when gold was more important
ThaN life, or integrity or deportment.
“I get paid to hate you” is a new profession
Coupled with never a single confession
For the crimes they commit, what they have done.
No convictions for anyone because they protect
The archcriminals they elect and applaud
When they buy their yachts and mansions abroad
And laugh at how stupid we are to let them.
And then we go right on and forget them
And they do it all again, the same evil men
We give names like ‘honorable’ and ‘decent’
When we really shouldn’t because they aren’t.
TheY kill children for money and pretend
That starving children is an acceptable end
To their avaricious desires and greed.
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