Rooted to the ground the dying man appeals for the award to be restored
but billionaires never got anywhere without due care your life a living nightmare
Here even Voltaire, did declare the trumpets sound so very very loud
when the largest number of the poor was dump broken into the ground
Facing death so very proud, even tho he wrapped up in a roundup shroud
there eating his flesh and bone, forever now to be his decaying home
But a billion, billion in profits easy made to keep the few with, such a lovely view
While there shareholders acting like alcoholics too, making all become there lie
for there cytotoxic produces if exposed guarantees that all will surely die
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