Never ending flow
Through your mouth
To your soul,
Go, go, go,
Let it out,
Growl, growl!
They will never trust your word,
If it can’t be heard.
Faith of merchants - the religion of the world.
That humble executor,
Executor
In chief -
Your mentor and tutor
Will see to your
Beliefs.
They will never trust your word,
If it can’t be heard.
Faith of merchants - the religion of the world.
High and dry,
No hows, no whys,
You pass them by
In all your glory and fame.
Well, since you’re here,
You’re let to steer,
You’re fully healed
From your pitiful name.
They will never trust your word,
If it can’t be heard.
Faith of merchants - the religion of the world.
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Author:
Victor Bolshov (
Offline) - Published: May 15th, 2025 05:17
- Comment from author about the poem: It's all 'bout money, huh? This is a song which I have a melody for - in my head only so far. But I'll sure make it into a song ;-)
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments3
If it were Rap it would remind me of Ren's the money game. A truth that many do not wish to acknowledge. A good write
I'll listen to it)) Although, no, it's not gonna be rap 😉 Thanks!
Whether we admit it or not, this is so true, enjoyed the read
Thanks!
You are very welcome
A fine write. Some great lines. Nicely done.
Thanks Tom!
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