New World Asunder
Crumbling
classes shattered as if glasses
Looked so
solid until came the policies of squalid
Upper politicized
class saw the weakness and hopped to eliteness
So what
if the middle-class becomes extinct?
Marie
Antoinette too cared little or less
Interested
in only noblesse but to hell with oblige
Time goes
and fashions change but forever stays privilege
Always
forgotten are the emotions of the concierge
Erosion
of the middle-class is suicide by the upper
But
blindness within arrogance is a perennial Trojan horse cropper
Thinning
of the middle and the fall to under
Beware
the libertines that rise when the upper begins to plunder
Under
class is the morass that evolves revolution’s darling
Always
will one arise that’ll battle and seek to rectify
Shake the
pillars and destroy establishment corners
Creative
destruction is the cornerstone song of Liberty’s
crooners
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