Where wealth obscures morality
And profit has no remorse
Where a human death is but a step
To cement a greater wealth
Where the bankers run a government
Who bend with cap in hand
Where glass towers stand not proud
But as tombstones of this land
Where history is disgraced and dispensed
For the future of but a few
Where the civil majority suffer
To scrape, to live to survive
Where the mistrust of ideas begins
Bleeds dry the concept of democracy
Where greed becomes a by-word of power
Where human souls are found a price
Where a thousand voices remain unheard
A nation slowly dies

Matthew Holloway

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-nation/