Ruling Class Superiority

Ruling Class Superiority short poem

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The nobles’ officials sigh,
When the storm starts in the sky,
For soon or later,
It will be too late to blow the horn,
All wealth and pleasures they enjoy,
Puts them at the mercy of the peasant minority,
For it causes pain…..oh pain

They squander and store,
The splendid resources selfishly,
Not forgetting the notes they pockets,
All from grabbed lands & stolen reliefs for peasants,
Putting the young-bodied chicks at the stake,
No jobs, no salary…nothing!
Crime on climax, who is spared?
For it causes pain…..oh pain

And you grey-haired nobles,
Who love false promises to fill filthy pockets?
Have you no shame?
Exploiting the crippled and the lame?
For what pay do you expect?
When you do all these,
Land, where grains thrive,
Food for the dying communities,
Nobles! Mind your deeds,
For it causes pain…….oh pain

Previously the colonists left,
Satisfied a republic their territorial had become,
But look what it has become,
A forest for wolves to attack at night,
Dying humans’ food taken from their mouths,
Ever green territory is a war zone,
Three quarter extremely poor, a quarter filthy rich,
What is this?
And still begging for relief food,
In the name of the poor,
Where is your shame?
For it causes pain………oh pain

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