The greed 
We take from those who have little to feed 
It almost takes away from being freed 
In a material world 
Stress will always swirl 
They have stollen from that precious little girl 
Taking away her needs 
Not what she intrigues 
Rising in rapid speeds 
Take heed 
As the heat 
Rises at your feet 
When will the world be released from these selfish deeds 
Mothers starve for the children to thrive 
Fathers work hard for the family to shine 
The takers sit back with nothing to lose 
Nothing to give up or choose 
Calmly laying back to snooze 
Unbothered by the bothered 
No cares for the mothers and fathers 
As long as it’s not their son or daughter 
Stricken by the material 
An increase in rates including cereals 
Moneys taken more than makin’ 
Inflation.