Ace Of Black Hearts
The Poor Man Still Has A Heart - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Money you can keep it.
I'd rather die hungry with my heart still beating.
When I read these dear john letters of sorts it just disgust me of their intentions.
I will steal your identity with sob story and a offer of financial gain.
All the while the poor are really the ones suffering not the criminals.
Sick depravity it is to prey upon the charity of others.
Even sicker is it to prey upon the poor pretending to be giving out the charity to steal from someone who already really has nothing.
And we wonder why the homeless choose their life.
It better have nothing, then to have to take everything and guard it with your wasted life.
In the consumer age, there will come a time when the people will no longer need the goods and services of so many.
And when it comes I'll be smiling from the heavens.
Because the so many slaves will be set free at once.
The dollar is not your vote, but your restraint.
Forever trapped in a corrupt system where the only way is out is live an impoverished existence, or cheat and steal in till there is no one left to rob,
No matter how hard you try there is no escaping this ugly distorted system.
If it is the best we can come up with, then we have failed as a society in both life and liberty.
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