Ethics themselves has gone astray
A tyranny of power in day light saga
By the seashore decency had withered out

 Honesty I see not in the present
To mire their principles have run far away
Bullying rivers is were we bath

 Bread of badness is what I chew
Morality itself becomes the mirage
To true liberty my doors was short

 Trail of doom is were they crave
Raving and roaming in greedy pastures
Money in thy purse becomes the poison

 With value in the globe I see no pleasure
They surfer in shame to thrive anarchy
Living without content place them in drain


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