The Land of Greediness.
Low and selfish motives,
toss back one's head,
and my shoes are worn out.
Which horse won the first race ?
Woe to the vanquished !!
Youth must have its fling.
My old folks,
in the state of neglect,
were paralyzed with fear,
in prospect of a dirty deal.
I couldn't resist laughing,
as i keep the change of life,
in my trouser pocket.
My pride can't be idle for a moment,
and the howl of the wind,
rage all day,
asking for my incorporation.
Welfare work made the public good,
lethargic,
and stupidity transmuted iron into gold,
in the name of humanity.
Wealth has altered him,
and my shoes are worn out,
in the land of greediness.
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