She's bleeding and hungry
she's beaten and worn
her rivers and forests
are ravaged and torn
Her treasures are savaged
her peoples betrayed
her beauty defiled
her defenders afraid
While clinging gainfully
to fertile skin –
Leeches
The brokers of misery
merchants of ills
for power and profit
of potions and pills
The lecherous lawyer
the laughable shrink
still fooling a world
they have brought to the brink
while sucking gainfully
our very hearts –
Leeches
She calls for us to rise and
conquer or be
conquered but we
can't seem to find the pride nor
will necessary
ah, this adversary knows
to wield the whip and carrot
The pockets they line
will forever defend
the poisonous greed
upon which they depend
Respectable vultures
in office of trust
but servants and pawns
of this venomous lust
while gorging gainfully
on open sores –
Leeches
Who gains by misfortune
who prospers by grief
who savors her dying
a sickening thief
Her body has crumbled
all withered and dry
a sigh then a tremble
at last she can die
While probing gainfully
her hollow skull –
Leeches
She call for us to rise and
conquer or be
conquer but we
can't seem to find the pride nor
will necessary
while this adversary seeks
another world to fester
