Ah yes!…but Capital, your high prices
chip away!…upon this free society.
Our God-given confidence falters rightly,
walking the streets of our sobriety.
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Ah yes!…but Capital, your high prices
chip away!…upon this free society.
Our God-given confidence falters rightly,
walking the streets of our sobriety.
You now, charge for commodities–like
pride is a power-angle of freedom.
The more wealth you seem to possess,
the greater your capital kingdom.
Pardon my impertenance, but look here;
power claims a right to be valid.
Prices align with a bold tactful system,
to execute what the Jones’ did.
If your demented design reflects an ego,
your survival displays corruption.
Since a free society is compelled to pay,
prices push liberty beyond dimension.
You claim a systematic law–to charge,
for the cost-of-living is universal.
Therefore, every poor American citizen
must pray–for a costly reversal.
The American dream–once set in stone;
liberty is the hope that was sought.
Freedom is not free, when lost in prices;
going to-and-fro cannot be bought.
Legally, you accuse!…citizen-compliants
reflect peasants…with chips to glorify.
And that people have lost the real dream,
which money offers an angle to dignify.
Unqualified, with a large degree of strut,
citizens fail to realize this costly set.
Your prices are designed by your genius,
to wrap-up poverty in a bondage net.
Lo and behold, if your ego claims validity,
to corrupt the dreams of all mankind,
Then, a lose of our liberty is also correct,
to chip at power–of the legally blind.
If systematic corruption claims to be valid,
in building the tower of a wealthy ego,
Then cold poverty of the masses must cite
the American right–to come and go.
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