oh brother
you're poor
your debt
is the blood
shed on
foreign shores
and the bodies
in your backyard
you don't see
anymore
or choose to ignore
oh brother
you're not
so big
for the bigger man
would have
done more
yet you're poor
not noticing
the holes in
the pockets
of your soul
loosing all
your change
to one step forward
three steps back
oh brother
don't bother
why start now
you're locked in
those irons
of the machine
printing your cash
with deaths
of your people
red on the green
just in time
for your
Christmas card
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