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…..
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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