'' Get Lost '' Poem by Bri Mar

'' Get Lost ''



Those we trust,
Will now readjust,
Those with? will be hiding their stash,
To them it's a must,
While we go bust,
They're preparing for the next mega crash.

It's not far away,
Though it's we they betray,
The fact is they don't give a damn,
What they will say,
Is, ‘' Your lot will pay ‘'
For what in effect is a scam.

Politicians are scum,
The bankers aint dumb,
They're the creators of this sick creation,
What they overcome,
Leaves us feeling glum,
As it us who will face ruination.

A crash is a con,
Those who bring it on,
Know exactly what they are doing,
With our money gone,
They're not overdrawn,
Their scam we will not be pursuing.

Today it's there,
Tomorrow, despair,
But no-one can say where it's went,
The millionaires,
Now billionaires,
Will cry if you dare say they're bent.

To them it's a game,
Increase fortune and fame,
While the majority are left with the cost,
They feel no shame,
Nor accept any blame,
It's time we told them,

‘' Get Lost ‘'

Monday, August 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: social injustice
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