I Trust My Heart Not To Betray Me
They say greed comes over with power
All corrupt powerful people had kind hearts
But they couldn't overcome selfishness
And the kind hearts vanished like the wind
They say the poor made them cry
And they wished for power to help them
But after warming seats in high positions
All they saw were insects
If they changed after
Or were born greedy...I don't know
They ought to turn back and put themselves in the poor's shoes
Or at least have a change of heart
I wish to become someone powerful
One people can count on and run to
Corrupt-free and generous will I be
Cause I trust my heart not to betray me
Copyright © Aimee Kevine | Year Posted 2016
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