You know the world has come up with barbaric ways to treat eachother and though we have come into an era of, which technology is caple of making a eautopia for all, we still cling to barnaric methods of treating eachother the poem simplifies the problem.
Slavery still exist
In today’s day’n’age
We cover the book w/ green blankets
An’ say we turn the page
We made money god, an’ god money
To keep the slave a workin’
It’s so funny, but is not funny
My hands hurt from shirking
Its OK it’ll heal someday, anyway,
A machine took that job from me
What the hey’ e’ works everyday, w/ no pay,
I’m an expensive slave, you see
We are all Mankind
And shouldn’t haf’ to chase a buck
Its time a new world designed
Without money and peace run amok
Don’t believe in the lies
Everything is abundant
If read between the lines
It is money that wasn’t
So if we could release
These shackles we stuck on us
We would know peace
And enjoy what’s best among US
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