Vapid


Your money holds as much value as you do for humanity
It’s a travesty
Built on a foundation of greed and lies
The money changers on Wall Street
With $1500 shoes on their feet
Scurry past the homeless without meeting eyes

The soulless speak of redemption from their pulpit
It’s all just bullshit
As the opening bell rings in another day
Paving the way for another to live on the streets
Holding signs to make ends meet
It’s the American way

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