Gray Sheets
You always read about it
People starve and fall in a dark pit
while those in power just stare and spit
That story
You always hear about it
The poor only hopes for a bit
while the wealthy gains the big hit
That story
Those stories
When you walk on that empty street
are written on the papers wrapped on a dirty kit
...that is where you always read about it
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