The Bigger They Are

Introverted Sage

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.
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'.


  • Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 10th, 2023 19:35
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  • Category: Sociopolitical
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  • peto

    Flows like a dream
    Each verse could stand alone as poem
    The 1st is amazing
    Thoroughly enjoyed this one

  • Introverted Sage

    Warms my heart, your kind words!
    I appreciate your time and patronage

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