Poem -

Bargin Rated Suicide

Food their new weapon
Death if it happen
Will be slow and cruel
Should the Elite rule

Medicine in hand
Don't you understand
Designed not for health
But to create wealth

Water, no mystery
Look at history
You are what you eat
Danger on repeat

Air the power house
Death the little mouse
When animals die
They drop from the sky

Nature and fury
Life can be scurry
Paying to be kill
Yet folk will buy still

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