Pity the rich
they have so much
to lose
The money does not
trickle down
only trickles up
As salaries
of the workers
trickle down
A profitable
state of affairs
for who control
A majority of gold
assume they'r the ones
chosen to rule
Forever the poor
'til the system is turned
upside down
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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2 comments:
I like this poem..it is so true. JoAn
I very recently had a dream
One most horrific scene
that is forever burned in my brain:
A mother, one so poor, so destitute
that she offered her half fleshed skeletel face to her todler to eat
--as she held him in her arms
Which with his equally skeletal body, small head with mouth; did so reluctantly...but desperately
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