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The dice were loaded from the start
Lauding profit over art,
And power came to those whose names
Resonated with the vain.
The cards were dealt but some kept back
For those perceived above the pack,
And we all watched their chips stack high
Left to sit and ponder why.
The judgement that was promised us
Despite the silence and the fuss,
Faded out like winter days
Left us shrouded in the haze.
And those who sought a better home
Crushed in corners all alone,
Seeing now the game was framed
By faces that belied no shame.