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Feb 2016
I dont mean to impose
but lets for a moment suppose,
that with the power of stealth
the world could redistribute
its phenomenal wealth

Away from those of  selfish greed
into the hands of  those
who so desperately need.
For all that is financially made
how many innocents are so easily betrayed

A strange day it would be
if we all could see
the self- righteous rich pay a hefty cost
for all the souls they have tossed
further into a world of dismay
where to beg borrow or steal
seems to be the only way

That old saying
it always stands
money being the root of all evil,
and it lines the hands
of those who want to achieve for themselves
so much more,
for those who are left,
survival is a rapidly closing door
Written by
nico papayiannis  UK
(UK)   
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