The Dear Hunter - The haves have naught

Just l^Abook at that sho^Fmpkeeper ^Abpeddling his ^Fmwares ^BShouting his sa^Cmles pitch, but n^Bobody ca^Cmres Don’t you wo^Abnder what k^Fmeeps him there, ^Abday after d^Fmay, ^BBegging for g^Cmold as his ^Bhair turns to g^Cmray?

^EbmBlindly they’re b^Dbounding apa^Bce; Starving for me^Ebmrcy in a m^Dberciless pla^Bce Only a f^Bbmool would make m^Abmartyrs from h^Ebeathens And find them so li^Bbmvely when th^Abmey’re barely br^Ebeathing Just barely bre^Abm7athing… ^Eb

Just l^Abook at that to^Fmymaker gr^Abinding his g^Fmears ^BTurning no p^Cmrofit but h^Be doesn’t c^Cmare He keeps sm^Abiles on fa^Fmces and, d^Abay after d^Fmay, The ch^Bildren keep sa^Cmdness and s^Buffering at b^Cmay

^EbmBlissfully ^Dbbounding a^Bpace Searching for me^Ebmrcy in a m^Dberciless p^Blace Only a m^Bbmonster makes f^Abmodder from s^Ebaints And finds them so w^Bbmorthless when t^Abmhey’re full of gr^Ebace So full of gr^Abm7ace… ^Eb

But w^Bhat better use of hookers and thieves Than greasing the wheels of perfect machines that h^Dbum into life a har^Bbmmony of industry But w^Abm7hat is the use of cutting them down; To sm^Abm7other and choke the souls of our town? I kn^Ebow there is another way…

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But,^B what is so wrong with giving them purpose? (Just how could you weed them out?) (Degrading them without a doubt) ^DbA man like yourself could give worth to the worthless (You’re bleeding them dry) ^Bbm(They live and die like you and ^Abm7I…) Withou^Abm7t the guidance of rulers and tyrants (… and under your guidance; the hands of a tyrant) These ^Bpeople will just tear themselves a^Ebpart (They’ll just tear themselves apart)

Just lo^Abok at that char^Fmlatan st^Abeeped in dec^Fmeit A thr^Beat to the you^Cmng; to the o^Bld and the me^Cmek Don’t you w^Abonder what ma^Fmde him so vic^Abious; so si^Fmck So f^Bar out of b^Cmalance; So c^Bruel and so^Cm callous; So m^Barried to m^Cmalice?