The Bigger They Are
The bigger they are
The harder they fall.
Doesn’t just apply
To the ones big and tall.
This is for those
Who sit on their hill.
Above all their poisons
And side-effected pills.
Creating the poverty
Then placing the blame.
Am I my brother’s keeper?
Who should really be ashamed?
The pot & the kettle
Throw stones in a glass house.
Stuffing their pockets
While others go without.
Bastardization.
Iteration.
Famed debauchery.
Minds and money flow
Lost souls to fill their needs.
So who should be to blame
When the true misers are the famed.
Who’ve forgotten from where they came.
Watching them call out his name.
At the end of their days.
We’ll expose all their ways
And twisted power plays.
You’ll surely be amazed.
As they all fall from 'grace’.
~Osian~
31.2023.05
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