Do our preachers in their pulpits
with expansion plans to nurse,
strive earnestly to save our souls
or seek to grab our purse?
Our doctors, bound by ancient oath
are our choice of live or die;
But they keep cutting wider slabs
of our dwindling money pie.
Some lawyers give but little heed
of one's innocence or guilt.
The monetary gain they chase
is how their case is built.
The merchants, lenders, landlords all
pursue us every day.
They lure us with their falsities
and then extract their pay.
I wonder as I wander on
this capitalistic road;
Perhaps some day, perhaps some way
we'll ease this heavy load.
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