The Devil Economy
They told us
“Demand and supply rule the world.”
But hunger still walks.
Poverty still breathes.
And the rich climb higher.
They speak of
“Income distribution.”
Yet the gap widens.
The same land,
The same sun—
But two different destinies.
They praise
“Inflation control.”
Yet nature had enough for all.
It was not scarcity
But greed
That poisoned the well.
Food is thrown into the sea
To force a price.
And they call it profit.
Economics becomes a dagger—
Sharp, silent,
Held by the few
Against the many.
They sell us water.
Mother Nature gave it free.
They say they clean it—
But who polluted it first?
Their hands stain the rivers
Then they sell the cure.
This is not an economy.
It is the Devil’s script.
A system of chains.
A marketplace of manipulation.
Where ignorance is currency,
And the poor pay the price.
A nurse in England
Works through the night.
Paid scraps.
A teacher shapes futures.
Rewarded with dust.
While a king
Sits on a throne of lies
Collecting billions
For breathing royal air.
Politicians shout in Parliament.
Noise without meaning.
Yet they eat from the golden table
While civil servants starve.
And they call this
“Economics”?
A wicked theatre.
A ritual of deceit.
Poor of the world—
Wake up.
Unite.
The system serves the few
Because you suffer alone.
Justice is not gifted.
It is taken.
Equality is not granted.
It is fought for.
The wealth of the earth
Belongs to all—
Not to the puppeteers
Who masquerade as leaders.
Rise.
Break the Devil’s economy.
Or be devoured by it.
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