Fat Cats Who Run Our Country

Fat Cats Who Run Our Country

Fat cats get fatter

on silver-plated lies,

spinning silk from the throats

of the ones they despise.

Their pockets swell

with stolen bread—

while children sleep

in homes of dread.

The cold bites deeper

when truth is thin,

and justice

is a game they rig to win.

They toast to the suffering

behind guarded doors,

feasting on the silence

of the broke and ignored.

They sell us promises

cut from rot,

dripping with venom—

but truth, they forgot.

We see them,

cloaked in polished deceit,

suits sharp as knives,

with hands unclean.

Fat cats get fatter,

the governments rule.

Only one loser—

the poor man.

That’s their rule.