Oppression of the classes
Trees burning down to flaming embers
The poor man starves im the streets
The brotherhood of the rich protects it's members
They sleep like babies upon their silk sheets
The rich get richer while the poor go broke
People are arrested for trying to survive
The working poor kept docile on meth and coke
The lucky few get luxuries of which others are deprived
Those who work for change are slandered by the wealthy
Those who act with kindness are praised as saints
People in the cities can't afford to be healthy
Future generations will hate us for the picture we paint
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