No Rhyme or Reason

Politicians live in the lap of luxury
Politicians on the take
They make a lot of money
The land of Milk and Honey
Is theirs and their heirs to keep
Away from All the pesky peons
It's been this way for eons
Corporations victimize the masses of nations
For the profit of a fortunate few
Somehow it's always them and never you
Must get by with so much less
Why they lie is such a mess
To guess
Is it greed, vanity or simply evil without restraint
Faint hope for sweeping revelation
Commercialization of nation
Playing games that no one wins
Erase names like roulette spins



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Written on 2026-01-04 at 18:38

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