All the angst that built in me Seeing my father oft deceived By those he trusted and silently After losses their voice to heed, Not understanding the greed of man. I thought, this must not continue And hatched many a drastic plan Of retribution, even to sue These profiteers who gain by ruse Along with their manifold trickery Never a dime or dollar to lose Is their way of mastery.
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