This world has nearly broken us.
We hang by but a thread.
Quiet desperations
as it leaves us here for dead.
Profit over people.
Calcutta's' children starve
along with many others
while banks refute resolve.
More bounty, progress, and MONEY
than there has ever been before.
Yet it is hoarded and guarded
Sitting stagnant to increase the one true god of currency.
Tonnes of tons of food and goods rot or are purposely destroyed.
For there is less profit in distributing them where best suited.
Money become more malicious each day.
Power to the PROFIT, for profit itself. Profit used to profit people. No longer.
