Exploitation
The story of exploitation,
A tale as old as time,
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer,
A never-ending climb.
Artificial stories and ways,
To indulge the poor and waste their days,
Entertaining distractions to keep them down,
A sad truth, in every town.
The rich make the rules, the poor obey,
No matter what they do, they can't escape the fray,
Trapped in a cycle of poverty and pain,
With no hope of breaking free again.
But one day, the poor may rise,
Their voices heard, their will to survive,
A force to be reckoned with, a power to behold,
No longer will they be bought and sold.
The story may change, the ending yet to be told,
But until then, the poor will always be poor,
And the rich will continue to get richer,
Exploitation, a never-ending lore.
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