Blog → Corruption by Mike Smith

This black disease
consumes our seas
with filthy greed
the oil bleeds.

The rich man sings
songs of a dream
his hands are clean
our souls are green.

The system preys
with lack of sleep
creating slaves
of all that's weak.

There's so much pain
in poverty
there is no change
we've been deceived.

The foolish kings
have stole our roots
they rearrange
our souls from truth.

Their selfish ways
starve men of food
they build a cage
downpress the youth.

The time has come
the free shall rise
unite as one
defeat the lies.