They cry out in their times of need
But their minds are poisoned with greed
They grip onto a life that might fade
They will redeem themselves in a degrading corporal raid

Making slaves and pawns of the people they meet
Not knowing misery and death are never beat
Emmulating society where government rave
Not knowing they are taking themselves to their graves

Nations of the plague-swallowing happiness in other's defeat
Nations of the plague-thinking to gain from deceit
Nations of the plague-always buried six feet deep

They always plead the fifth
Thinking life's a subscription not a gift
Confusing life with money and love with lust
Nations of the plague never have the people's trust

They always say recession and racism has ended
Then how come the people are always offended
Nations are like the old aren't ready for a heart attack
And when they die money won't bring them back!

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