Wake up

a poem by Rza

Who can we trust?
Without tasting their poison,
the pharoan few have always been chosen,
to shepherd us sheep, as our community slumbers,
and separate our brothers,
our unity and numbers,
in a society where, its incorrect to be humble,
a place where moral thinking starts to crumble,
and an environment where, were told to pursue lavish existence,
despite consequences, we must continue its persistence,
capitalism is summed up as a murderous system,
the bewitching green paper,
or any of its names,
engulf the greedy hearted like the hell fire flames,
currency is in the equation for most felonies committed,
along with lying, denying, corruption, deceit,
murder and theft to make the whole equation complete,
the land which we till resembles a prostitute,
a old woman we abuse, whose riches we rob and loot,
and after all our crimes we continue to pay no homage,
mankind is magnificent in causing extensive damage,
while the poor people alone, are left to rummage,
from the destruction of others,
if only they all knew that once we were all brothers.