Greed is Universal
The world is steady turning backwards
becasue we lack words
of something we half heard
People arm themselves with bombs on a vest
middle easternly dressed but yet
the harmless can't make it past security check
Wars heated to a boil
they're told to watch the recoil
don't shoot anywhere or anyone that's helping us get this oil
Your money for certain
means more than you as a person
that's the motto of the greedy serpants that are steady lurking
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