Although Every Penny From Them Is Squeezed
Money is no object,
When trillions of it is spent...
On worthless wars.
And dead end scientific projects.
But used to benefit its citizens...
Money then becomes an issue.
And not enough of it seems to be there,
To address human needs.
Although every penny from them is squeezed,
To solicit a fear that is fed and marketed to sell.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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