Group 1
Printing paper money,
which they so adore.
Point a finger at US,
claim we owe more.
How does that figure?
Who keeps the score?
All legal trickery,
with deceit and war.
Beyond Sensibility,
They have no answer for.
Exploiting, We the People,
Whom they Ignore.
I'm really tired!
But my hands are tied
Serving my boss hasn't been easy
It's been all day for me busy
Laden with laborious load
Always in the middle of the road
No rest from the start
Breathing with palpitating heart
When shall I heave a sigh of relief? Present predicament gives me a burn
It's never been my belief That things will take this turn
I'd rather return to the village
This is nothing, but a bondage!
Of what use is a higher qualification,
When it can't give one maximum satisfaction?
Comments
Post a Comment