What do we know of the likes of time?
We are all just shadows that move and rhyme,
We love and lose,
We pick and choose,
We play and fight,
We wake at morning and sleep at night,

We go to work and try not to be late,
And the next time we aren’t on time can decide our very fate,
We see money as the life’s necessity to live,
Some have too much and are too greedy to give,
Some work hard and don’t have any,
And sadly this number is not few but many,

Yes the rich love their expensive clothes and their private bars,
They can simply say “I want one of those 100k sports cars”,
And the houses with 5 bed, 4 bath, 2 stories, and a powdered ***,
The big lawn, the granite pass, the big pool, and the green grass,
And all the rich can do is flash their money and boast,
So to you rich ******* I propose a toast,

May the cries of the forgotten earth and poor,
Rain down on you with wrath and make you bleed and bleed more,
May you receive 1000 pounds of pressure for every dollar you don’t need,
Every dollar that you can give but you keep out of greed,
I wish you would meet the poor kids and families that make your clothes,
The ones that you wear so you can look good and pose,

I encourage you to see such people in pain,
To see the damage of you factories acid rain,
And you do all this just for the oil in the land!
You take people’s lives and don’t even offer your hand!
So I end my toast to you rich *******,
May your lives be long but plagued by the masses.