In the king size leather chair at the top of the tower
the billionaire surveyed the city below
now he was the ruler of his kingdom and people
who believed his every word
within his mind and being certain them understood
his intentions its said were good!
Though from unbelievable wealth totally certain
could achieve his full schedule
protecting his subjects from any ruthless enemies
never himself struggling to survive
nor ever evicted from the place he called home
the streets in all weathers to roam!
Accumulating huge debts that you could not repay
or standing in a food bank queue
paying your taxes all of your life but still in debt
not entitled to benefits to ease hardship
sleeping in those wet streets chilling your bones
nobody sympathetic to your groans!
Where even a small coffee is too expensive to buy
walking the only mode to get about
that constant fear of violence or hopelessness near
no warm abode or a safe dry bed
the divide so immense how could he comprehend
to his tower most would not ascend!
Comfortable in his leather chair promised he did care
but his vast fortune would never share!
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