They were once
Wealthy and exploited
Their workers with
Unmitigated gusto,
Their status and
Influence unchecked.
Then the bottom
Fell out, their
Joy ride halted
By a tidal wave
Valuing the common man
Instead of the magnate.
They complain bitterly,
Never getting over
The loss of riches
That weren’t theirs
But for the toil
Of the many.
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