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A Vicious Cycle

the rich are getting richer

the poor are getting poorer

sorrow is a field of dead gems contrite
as you walk away they fall out of sight
snatch away the light
as you rise to greater heights

and you forget from whence you hail
the memories become stale
your childhood was never a fail;
it was just another tale.

wealth is not everything, Pride Before The Fall,
in fact, it is nothing at all
poverty is just another wall
and it is not even that tall.

the rich are getting richer
the poor are getting poorer

you sit alone now in the vault of the bank
your arms tired, your hair greasy and lank
was it worth it, Who Is There To Thank?
nobody is left, save yourself and the swank.

tell me, man, was your family worth all this hate?
don't you ever wish you could get rid of the state
you put your family in? that you could abate
their most certainly terrible fate?

the rich are getting richer
the poor are getting poorer

you flew up too fast and you burned your wing
the appendage that got you here could no longer sing
now below you is a fall to the ground, to your feet they must bring
this was worth it, was it, all this for a thing?

the rich are getting richer
the poor are getting poorer
the horror
the horror
the horror

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