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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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Mountains of gold



Their words no more than rhetoric
only thoughts are of all that they hold
intelligence gained decides how well they'll screw us
their toilets made only of gold.

We build roads to carry their bullion
which we pay for by selling our souls
tomorrow is a promise that will never be answered
as the posts move further from goal.

For all that is gained we will suffer
and for all that we lose we will know
that “tomorrow” will never be an answer
for our craving for mountains of gold.








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