Braden's Poetry

All alone watching others
People uniting like brothers
Chosen few selected through
A procedure known as classing, homeless massing
Charity givers asking, the power is passing

Be with another, a lover
Show strength, but don't push her or shove her
And take cover when the other
Takes a lovin' over your brother
The evil temptress, wicked empress, leaves men heartless
Don't be a part of this, she's a modern witch
And sometimes she can be a bitch

Rich
It helps to have a niche
Some spare time to pitch
And a scheme, with a dream
To be a beam holding down the seam
Of the brightest gleam, if to dream is to wean
And wax and wane on the plane that levels out the main
Between dawn and day, before tomorrow after yesterday
Right now not five minutes ago
We walked with another dead hero
Scaled the near woe and followed the deer's glow
Stars lead us here though, just about a year ago
The show that captured the soul
And released a blow on the human race as a whole

The planet suffers as we pull up the covers
Nature's way of fighting back at us will leave many men in caskets
So why not ask us tax us, back us, so we can track this
Change our practices, get all of the facts as is, quit the
Act wisdom get on the track with them so we can
Turn this whole thing around
Burn ourselves up side down
On the bad part of town
Where gossip is the sound

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