The rich give support
To the ones running short
For dubious reasons sometimes
For in the whole
They just want control
Dollars in return for dimes

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Dead is altruism
Alive is egotism
Nothing is really for free
Even a smile
is booked in file
As a loan on tomorrow's glee

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Gone is the care
The will to share
Buried in a long forgotten grave
Pushing is "in"
all we want is to win
And gain, and store, and save

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Society's rules
Transform us in fools
Who forget to reflect through the fuzz
And remember our call
of helping those who fall
For today it's them- tomorrow it's us

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Joan Marques

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