by Nick Gisburne
Never spare a penny for the meek
Sympathy will only give you grief
Any generosity is weak
See them as you’d look upon a thief
Flash the fist of fortune every day
Vilify the squalor of the slum
Poverty, the price they have to pay
Wealth, a wall they cannot overcome
Power is the pinnacle of greed
Privilege, a shackle on supply
Paralyse the pitiful to feed
Imitate the spider, not the fly
Money is the muscle of the rich
Bible of the bastard and the bitch
