Tiger head fountains in your high homes.
hard dead grey walls
Big hands reaching into the pot
Pushing back the poor
Candid two faced administrator
Drama headquarters of hell
Our hearts are mansions of pride
A mansion of anger a symbol of your simple greed
Long are the lost roads in these overcrowded cities
Where we Exchange promises and guarantees
Numbers on paper under mansions that loom like sentries
Spending our Money and keeping poor people poor
The van to a brilliant new world is heavy
under the weight of our obsession with possessions
the driver says our Money is no good
And we have to catch the late bus like the criminals
Life is no mansion, it´s not a fancy stoned ring
Tiger head fountains won´t stop bullets
So stop selling guns to poverty
Try to drain the hidden contempt of your servants
Investigate exploitation´s cost high and handsome
Before you invest in your next big mansion.
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