Vile

Praised always villainous by them, 
shines in the sun the gold of rein,
the essence of the filthy man
a blank stare gives at them again.

Keep silent they, his words obey,
one can’t get in another soul,
their bodies he can take away
and they are taxed on his teardrop. 

Dark and light play hide-and-seek,
rays seek where shades can hide,
serves people he with carrot-stick:
law and crime, they cheat - he lies.
 
Hey, in the Milky Way there is a lie, 
from age to age, from birth to death,
since a man has nestled vile 
in the vale of misery to wrest.

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