Saved By Angels and Unicorns
The ghetto's, estates
Of this corporate world
The profits they make
Stomach's churl
Posh offices
Limousine rides
They take each day
In their strides
Weapons are sold
To kill our troops
Friendly fire
Technology scoop
Bankers bonus's
Like third world debt
In boardroom discussions
All preset
Fuel prices
Electricity
Can be taken from nature
Greed's simplicity
Then there came a day
It was their fantasy no more
Countries in turmoil
Financial war
From out of this world
To save the new born
Our future
Saved by Angels and Unicorns
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
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