Masters of Millions
Who are these masters of millions,
With their hands around our throat?
We eke by as our funds all die,
While all their dividends bloat.
Corruption and greed rule the day,
In a capitalistic state.
One could surmise in corporate eyes,
We're only dinner on a plate.
In a government bought and sold,
They just refuse to cut us slack.
But we're the ones that get things done,
To keep this country right on track.
With all their self-indulgent games,
It's no longer time to play.
Evolution or Revolution,
Is the mantra of the day.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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