The ratios have risen from days of old
Silver was16-1, in its buying power to gold
A home was 4 1/5 × the average annual wage, now it's 14 x, not affordable at this range
The wage gap has widened
Averages are to high
Distorted by the few
Who's packages are sky high
Alcohol and tobacco the poor man's friend
Well, we can't have that
Tax it until they end
Gas, electricity, petrol, and food
Corporate profits rising
Savers left nude
The rich get richer
As the middle class fades away
Don't worry
You'll own nothing but be happy
That's what I heard Klaus say
The borrower is servant to the lender
A highway has been pathed
And all of us upon it
Are driven to be slaves.
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Mane .thecel. phares .
Do I need to get my dictionary out?
Daniel .5/25 .
One head, with a crown
My sentiments exactly, A very clever write with the idea that numbers don't lie but liars use numbers. (don't mean you) It reads smoothly with some rhyme as well.
Those who have will not let go and give to those who need 2781.
Andy
Another distorted ratio, the wealthy corporations give to what profits them, and are seen as benevolent.
Number crunching means nothing in the end and often, in the beginning too ..
Not sure about that
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