Which seeds you sow
They know not how
And how your crops do grow
Waiting in ambush
Your crops to feed on
Their mind beneath the highbush
You freeze your behind in cold
In degrees way below Celsius
Your future you try to mold
Like pestering locusts
On all your green they pounce
To devour it all, at all cost
Of what to them you entrusted
They pledged much care to give
For you gave to them and trusted
Friends and blood kin alike
In the old neighborhood
At end you will most dislike
Receiving ten times payment
Smiling in your face, behind you grin
To build the same old pavement
Some have attained degrees
You think their greed be measured
Yet greed they pursue in higher degrees
Some to you cried loud
Pouring in your very ears
All what their lives did hound
To help is divine treasure
If you are led to help
Do it not beyond your measure
They dig holes in your pocket
Will a street be named
And lame men walk
And the speech be speechless
Because I erected mansions
Cruising in 4 wheels
In pot holes and trenches
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