Poetic-Verses
'' Fighting Back Is My Proposition ''
This species is responsible for killer diseases,
When it comes to all others it does what it pleases,
The worlds resources it continually seizes,
Death seems to be our ambition.
We kill each other with weapons of woe,
Nuclear technology which makes the Earth glow,
One day soon we will reap what we sow,
Our planet is in a terrible condition.
We sit back and watch as unfortunates die,
Hunger and disease leaves them high and dry,
We've become so immune now we don't even cry,
No one should die for want of nutrition.
There's more than enough food to go around,
So why we don't use it really does confound,
The excuses given do truly astound,
They'd rather buy ammunition.
There's money to be made in stocks and shares,
As for those less fortunate they'll say, who cares,
Money is their God in their corrupt affairs,
Their thoughts are their next requisition.
As the rich get richer we stand by and watch,
On their false C.V.s goes another notch,
While we will pay for all that they botch,
They go on taking without our permission.
Year on year they refuse to learn,
That what you spend you first have to earn,
While they have us they show no concern,
They could use some financial tuition.
The rich should all hang their heads in shame,
But we the ' PLEBS ' are left with the blame,
While we pay the bills they milk the acclaim,
' Fighting Back Is My Proposition '
When it comes to all others it does what it pleases,
The worlds resources it continually seizes,
Death seems to be our ambition.
We kill each other with weapons of woe,
Nuclear technology which makes the Earth glow,
One day soon we will reap what we sow,
Our planet is in a terrible condition.
We sit back and watch as unfortunates die,
Hunger and disease leaves them high and dry,
We've become so immune now we don't even cry,
No one should die for want of nutrition.
There's more than enough food to go around,
So why we don't use it really does confound,
The excuses given do truly astound,
They'd rather buy ammunition.
There's money to be made in stocks and shares,
As for those less fortunate they'll say, who cares,
Money is their God in their corrupt affairs,
Their thoughts are their next requisition.
As the rich get richer we stand by and watch,
On their false C.V.s goes another notch,
While we will pay for all that they botch,
They go on taking without our permission.
Year on year they refuse to learn,
That what you spend you first have to earn,
While they have us they show no concern,
They could use some financial tuition.
The rich should all hang their heads in shame,
But we the ' PLEBS ' are left with the blame,
While we pay the bills they milk the acclaim,
' Fighting Back Is My Proposition '
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`` Fighting Back Is My Proposition ``
`` Fighting Back Is My Proposition ``
