they just stand there and see,
wait and see, you work day and night, and pity you
while you sweat it out
and bleed with the blood from your brains,
they always know how to wait and see,
where the money is made
and then stored and then they always have a way
for you who earned it
to give,
smilingly..
that is the rule of this society..
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