Ghosts Of Disrepute
Oh billionaires!
How you have
lost your soul,
lost the goal
and kneel down
to the almighty dollar.
No heart have you
for anyone else,
you only think of
yourself.
May God help you
on your death bed,
the angels will shed
no tears,
for those who neglect,
the poor and needy,
for those who are greedy.
You might die wealthy,
but are hollow inside,
like a ghost of disrepute,
no heavenly sounds of a lute
at your wake,
by then it will be too late,
to undo the harm
you have sown.
3-1-25. Fed up with billionaires like Musk! Nobody voted for him, nobody would!
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