"The Trees of Nothing it Seems"

This world it seems that nothing else matters,

except the price of money and the other man that shatters.

I've decided that the story must go, until all others know,

that the money does not grow...

...because the picking will point to those that are foes.

The tree branches grow out towards all the greed without a doubt,

and everyone worries where all their troubles come about.

The Sawyer man that built upon his memory and guilt,

knew that it was he who's sorrows he had felt.

But he never gave a damn cause he kept raking in the leaves,

and his wife, son and daughters he just could not see.

What has become of the money, greed, and fascism?

The only one that knows or even doesn't for that matter,

will create and destroy the Earth's economy into shatters.

Why must it be that everyone lives in poverty?

Except the rich ones that give to the poor... just as a "Oh so nice fee"?

So do what you want with your money and profit,

cause this writing is simply another

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