Sold Out Souls

All the pretty domiciles

Lined up in a row

Home sweet home,        

All a front

These empty shells,

Gutted dreams

Totally overextended

Now in foreclosure

Owned by the banks,

Seeking return on investment

Slick money pushers

After the crash they wrought

Vultures line up in a row        

To scoop up distressed bargains

Driven by the profit motive,

Their souls forever lost