by 1st Poet

You rule over nations where I send you to go
Why do you oppress my people instead of bringing them together?
You keep power in your hands without reflecting who I truly am
You give to the rich and take from the poor 
presenting yourself as an angel of light that you're pure
But you heart is full of greed and you are a friend of this world
Do you not know if you love this world you cannot love me
Did I not send my son to set the captives free?
Who will stand before me and give me this report 
you wicked nation of sinners repent
Iím weeping because my house have been turned into a den of thieves
Not your robes all you titles nor your fancy degrees
will save you from judgment
Repent you nation of wealth give to the poor all that you have
Give back to me that which I created with my hands
That which is last shall be first 
In order to lead you must learn to serve

You by 1st Poet

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