Unknow
Everyday I see so much sin,
What kind of world do we live in,
People sleeping on the streets,
While politicians since in fancy hotels or go on retreats,
People sit here and just give out,
I say get out there and give it a shout,
We are supposed to live in the 21st century,
And yet we still have poverty,
I think people have forgotten the real reason to be hear,
To treat one another dear,
Nowaday everything is all about money,
Poverty to most of the rich seems to be funny,
I'd just hope someday people will know,
That what they portray to you all is just a show,
They want you to forget to care for your own,
They want you to have hearts of stone,
They want us all to be sheep,
To always be submissive and your lives they can reap
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