that a human must grow
condemned is each dream
that would dare to show
For now in this barren land
only the callous are titled
and classed free to roam
Even here the guilty
dressed to black
but beneath each wig
hides a human lie.
While this green and pleasant land dies
Still they shout
“wealth is….
to have or to have not”.
“This is never an answer
and enough of murderous sums” i said
“So all families can grow”
For in each human
a constitution is sealed
But it's we, the people
that must have the key
If you ever wish
to set out and be free
and classed titled to roam
a land we all call home.
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