Unjust

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Music that flows as the wind blows.
Trees, leaves that go through the woods,
chopping down trees for money.

Funny to see that they dignify their reason to be,
suck it up to mother nature
saying they need it for food and water.

Overpopulation rises,
resource surmised to the rich it is frivolity,
they chop down a tree for businesses galore
while women are out here rubbing themselves to men
and men do the same to get some spare change to feed their families.

No matter how they work,
it will never be the same for the CEO.

They grumble how difficult their job is to rule an entire kingdom of stocks and exchange
but at least they have a gain
of how much they rate compared to those in destitution.

Placed inside an urn,

shipped to mars as test drives.

Reasoning the rich is fundamental

for the development of the country.

Scholars put to the table the knowledge of none.
They alight the sun and give faith.
The resources they have limited raced.
Diminish me, tell me I am wrong.

That the jobs of presidents and Ceo's are demanding,
but what are they to the pinnacle people have to reach
even just for scraps that fall to the bottom?

Even legal, it cannot be neglected
that people with connections are embedded in the minds of judges
no matter how you plead,
if paid to do something, deem you damn guilty.

We live in a world of poverty,
the peace gives to the rich but not for many
because we strive beyond what we are given
the resources limited but never infinitesimal

when those of poverty go above the rich
they suddenly suck up beyond what they usually do,

baboons that use themselves shoving into you like a silver spoon.

Beg, damn it, beg.

Mean it even when I was in rags.

Even if I was worn, do not reason that you thought me a thief
for I wept at your remarks,
I can pare you just the same, but I'm not so lame
to play that game that tames the lions into their cage
freedom, I value for those that deserve it.

There is nothing such as equality,
always bias for all eternity
as greed is succulent to the mind.

Find inside me something kind I do not contain.

My mind sees life as a game,
fame I do not aim for, to make it to the line.

Is that not what people in poverty want and need?
To be a seed that changes the future even if they don't come out from a beautiful tree.




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