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'' We Remain The Working Classes ''

If the working class,
Agreed en masse,
To stop being slaves to the rich,
An equal share of the worlds brass,
Would be given without a hitch.

Being used,
Yes it's abused,
By those who are without a care,
For gross neglect they stand accused,
They need to be made more aware.

These dictators,
Are not wealth creators,
Their wealth, yes it comes from us,
To us the poor they are but traitors,
It's time we kicked up a fuss.

Begging for food,
Is really crude,
There's more than enough to go round,
The wealthy claim they are misunderstood,
When needed they all go to ground.

No persuasion,
They love tax evasion,
They are rotten through to the core,
I'm alright is their sick equation,
Despite their riches they want even more.

Without us they'd die,
That's truth not a lie,
Their lifestyles depend on us the masses.
The next time you bow ask yourself why,

‘' We Remain The Working Classes ‘'



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