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BANK
OF MUERTOS….
Reach
into my pocket,
And
tell me what you will find!
It
will be the same things in your pockets,
To
try to keep you alive!
For
we have nothing that are in our pockets,
There
is not one cent to our name!
For
what we have to live upon,
Is
not a God Damn thing!
And
the ones that tell me that I am crazy,
Living
on the streets of L.A.!
I
have even lived on the streets where it was raining,
Hiding
on the streets from the Portland’s gangs!
And
where I tend to travel,
I
have not one thing for me!
For
what I am given to live on,
I
give it away to the people on the streets!
And
if I was to become famous,
And
had all of the money in the World!
I
would give away to the peasants,
That
I try to feed each day that I am here!
But
I have found myself living in Mexico,
Where
there are more that are living on the streets!
They
even have children with them,
As
they beg on the streets!
But
how can our governments allow this,
And
watch the poor have no home!
They
even have to beg from people,
They
do not even know!
And
the ones that are doing the begging,
The
governments want them to die!
For
that is why we have no money,
And
this is why it is hard for us to survive!
But
I see the children that are dying,
From
the food that they do not have!
And
I see the food that is being rotten,
In
the store that are ready to close!
Because
the Street Markets that I used to walk in,
Now
have closed down on the streets!
Because
the people that used to go there,
Have
no more money to spend on the streets!
But
I am only a writer,
That
has seen everything!
And
the people that are dying,
I
see it in other Cities!
And
these Cities are of other Nations,
As
the Humans try to survive!
They
also have no money,
Because
their governments have sold their lives!
Now
the bankers that own their Nations,
They
want everyone to die!
And
they have control of all of our money,
Which
belongs to the publics’ lives!
But
since these bankers are wealthy,
They
can bribe anyone off!
And
if someone does not except their bribes that they are giving,
They
will only die and be forgotten!
And
the ones that have tried to destroy them,
The
bankers bought someone off!
Even
the presidents have been assonated,
When
they tried to have the bankers to be forgotten!
But
I know I will become the bankers next victim,
But
I am not afraid to die and not be forgotten!
Because
once they have tried their best to kill me,
I
know someone else will come along!
And
the more we humans become more powerful,
Than
the few bankers that have sold our soul!
Then
we can buy back what they have stolen,
And
we will never allow the bankers to still our gold!
But
while the bankers live inside the White House,
Where
they can print their money they make!
Their
Trillions of dollars that they are spending,
One
day we will have to pay it back in gold!
So
the ones that will be left living,
Will
become slaves inside their mines!
Digging
up their gold,
To
pay back our bankers bribes!
Because
the bankers have bribed many Nations,
To
sale the citizens like if they were gold!
And
turn them into slaves,
To
dig up more of their gold!
But
these bankers that own many Nations now,
They
have bought it from false gold!
That
they keep on digging up from out of their White House,
To
make us pay it back from what they have stolen!
But
I am only a Peasant Writer,
Who
is not afraid to die!
It
is better than starving to death,
While
living a terrible life!
But
I would rather have the bankers live,
The
same lives that I have seen!
And
may they beg onto the streets,
While
sleeping on the streets the rest of their lives!
But
I need everyone to help me,
And
we will one day find ourselves!
Never
seeing a human dying of starvation,
While
living on our World…..
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BANK OF AMERICA IS THE CAUSE OF MOST OF THIS, AND THE FEW BANKS THAT ARE LEFT, ARE WITH THE GOVERNMENTS, TOO.... WRITTEN
BY, I, ON, 11/30/11, 9:01:PM
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