The world is ruled by greed and veiled deceit,
Where power twists the law to serve its needs.
The rich grow fat while beggars crowd the street,
And justice wilts where selfish profit feeds.
The voices cry of sorrow, loss, and pain,
Of wounds ignored, of silence forced to bear.
The past repeats, yet none will break the chain,
The wounded scream, but find no soul to care.
The prophets speak of freely given grace,
Yet money reigns where faith once dared to stand.
The powerless are shackled in their place,
Oppression spreads its cold, unyielding hand.
Yet still, through darkened nights and broken dreams,
A hope remains beyond the system's schemes.
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