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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Gross Income 80% of the entire global wealth Is owned by 15% of the global population Never before in the annals of human history Has so much been owed To so many By so few The economy is collapsing All around us People that we see On the streets and suffering The system setting ready for imploding How did this come to be That the poor and the ordinary Are being pushed further into poverty Kids are going hungry Now it’s not just a problem for the third world We’re all beginning to see What it’s like to live with prosperities tourniquet But there’s fat man in a big fat car Sucking on a big fat cigar And he doesn’t give a damn who you are And there’s a house on a big fat hill Where he sits sucking on a big fat world A multi million construction of luxury Yes his toes are always warm Sits there in couldn’t care-less complacency Big fat belly always full Swimming pool is always cool No he’s not part of what’s going on Sits there with a big fat grin Plugged into the profiteering Bloodsucker of capitalism And there’s a mother with a hungry baby Her husband lost his job just this Monday He’s out there on the porch staring at the ground Because there is no work to be found He was a cut back to save the gross income And the profitable wages of a corporation So the managing director Could still take his two-month holiday in the sun No it’s not his stomach that is empty Why should he care he is wealthy Big fat man in other peoples clothes And walking around in other peoples shoes Not his concern that the people on the streets Haven’t got enough to eat He just wants to make sure the chrome stays polished On his fleet of cars We all saw it coming While we were all trying to live the dream In this capital culture of ego need Scrambling over each other To catch the drips From the big fat mans under exerted sweat These days we all have to worry Wonder how this crisis came to be Yup; it’s all about the money and the slavery And the avarice and the greed Of the bloodsucking industry Never before in the annals of human history Has so much been owed To so many By so few
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