Polutants of society have tainted my being I wish to purge - to filter what I am seeing The smog of ignorance surrounds the closed minded Covering their eyes, is it my freedom that has been blinded Demons of the dollar cost us more then they save Shackling thoes who they insist are not slaves Trapped in a race that is controlled by rats Drones of labor supporting fat cats Where's the balance, where's the reward What is this future that we're moving toward
Reason for writing:
The phrase "polutants of society" came to me and I knew I had to do something with it. So I wrote this poem based on the phrase.
Birth sign: Leo
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