A poem for when you offered your help and their true colors doth shine

Now that you are born and have seen joy and injustice in the world
Now that you are human, blood & bone, easily broken like us all
Now that you came here under the pretense of helping others
Now that you have asked for help and we gave it
Now that you have others working for less
Now that you have our investment
Now that you have our monies
Now I see you true colors
Be thankful and
Be happy
buh
bye.


jts

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