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A Mortgage


Artist: TheFreeMan
Artist's Description
Remember when the family home was sacred and no matter how hard times fell you still had a roof over your head? My barb at the greed that knows no bounds.

Genre(s): Country, Folk
Mood(s): Bitter, Thoughtful
Style(s): Humanity, Nostalgic
Language(s): English

A Mortgage

By TheFreeMan
A Mortgage
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Mortgage, the experts say, means mortgagees are in the ‘grip of
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death’,
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Why do oh so many of us get caught up in a mortgage until our
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final dying breath?
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Why do we let these people sign us into a whole life-time of
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strife?
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Why do we put ourselves into a death grip when we are in the
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prime of life?

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Why can’t we build ourselves a shelter that is not beyond our

means,
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As long as it is safe enough, as long as it is clean?
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Start out with the basics, then, as we get older;
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Keep making additions and improvements as we are growing
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bolder.
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Why have a five room mansion with payments that we cannot

really meet,
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Only finding out a few years later we are living on the street,
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Dining out at soup kitchens, looking for a helping hand,
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Yes take from us the houses, if you feel you must, but leave us

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with a bit of land!

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