A hypocrite walking a mile
arriving in his Mercedes’ Benz
at the end of the race
puffing with egg on his face
Redundancy leaves her without a home
interest through the roof
Politicians putting on a brave face
while rubbing hands together
saving cash on higher rates
What a disgrace!
The old gentleman dies from a weakened immune
his friends felt he died too soon
Well no one cares in that place
Treating the elderly without any grace
taking all the beds!
The homelessness are not fed
Pleased to be sleeping in a tent or a shed
Still, I’m still okay Jack
got the sack on my back
On my own and on the right track
reaching the tip of a mountain swoon
Jumping from way up in the sky
Hoping to fly into the clouds up high
Not even that, at the end I would
Know I’m free from this life…if be..I could
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