Saturday, 5 September 2020

poem 156

 

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 





https://www.forlawfirmsonly.com/dying-man-asks-california-supreme-court-to-restore-jury-award-in-monsanto-roundup-case/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzzmRKgh-OA

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