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'' Capitalism Is Bad For Our Health ''

The capitalist ideal,
Means riches for all,
All what? is what we must ask,
It just isn't real,
As a tale it's tall,
Dick Turpin my friends wore a mask.

Be one of the few,
All will be fine,
As for us we don't matter one jot,
Take what you're due,
Or we'll take a hard line,
Mess with us things will get hot.

They rake in billions,
We make a pittance,
Have you stopped to ask yourself why?
While they fiddle trillions,
They're awarded acquittance,
While we then pay tax till we die.

A slave to the rich,
Is all we are,
They party while we suffer stress,
Our grievances they ditch,
It's truly bizarre,
That's fact, no more, no less.

If we downed tools,
They couldn't survive,
We keep them they do not keep us,
They play us as fools,
Yet we help them thrive,
It's time we kicked up a fuss.

By just standing by,
It's ourselves we betray,
Without us they'd acquire no wealth,
If their orders we deny,
Only then could we say,

‘' Capitalism Is Bad For Our Health ‘'


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