Corruption
Unusual things in a distorted time
Why does it seem the good always get
blamed for the crime
Money corrupts those so full of greed and
continually take from those who actually
need
Always seeming to plunder the poor mans
dollar
Keeping the leash tight around that warn
out blue collar
Listening ever so closely with a deaf mans
ear
Who is it we should actually fear.
Copyright © M. E. Hathcock | Year Posted 2013
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