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We are the epitome of monetary wealth
We are also the definition of the bottom of the barrel
We speak both the language of the rich and the poor
Because we are, in many ways, one in the same
The great divide we face is compassion for the book we judged by its cover
Printed words of inspiration became her unconditional lover
Stories in black and white helped shape some form of relating to something...
Someone... anything... everything... nothing
"Police are pigs, justice is blind
Greedy men in suits only serve to divide."