The 1 Percent

R Randy McClave Randy McClave
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We the poor and the middle class The 1 percent we will not ever harass, The poor and the needy we instead hate and resent While we love and support the 1 percent. We will happily serve and we will fight and die For us the 1 percent does not worry or cry, To wars, our sons and daughters are eagerly sent So, they can protect and defend the 1 percent We live in a great country where To many for salvation and love we pray a prayer, But, unto God many of those prayers are never sent Instead they are headed to the 1 percent. The 1 percent controls all the wealth and power As they look down upon us from their ivory tower, They demand from us our praises and rent As we follow and obey the 1 percent. The 1 percent is the millionaires and the billionaires And then one day it will be their heirs, Unto them we praise and unto them we will repent They are our lord's and lady's the 1 percent. 99% are so brainwashed they believe whatever they say Vigorously they will hope to keep it that way, The Bible says into heaven who are meant And according to the Bible not many will be the 1 percent. Randy L. McClave

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