An assassin like stress
hunting me cause I
cannot seem to adjust
in this created world
By people like you and me
ruling with money
their human factor so differently
still they have a heart
Which is beating as mine
though their feelings are so different
cold, heartless and vicious
no kindness or pardon
Just lies, committing fraud
calling themselves professionals
in names as doctor
their oath meaningless
I have seen the work
of their scam with papers
they work for the government
who is there to trust?
by Jet Rood
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