I remember back in the days
Where we suffered poverty and pain,
I look around me what do I see
I see it happening all again,
Same old affluent people doing fine
Same poor people waiting in line,
Hoping for a handout or a crust of bread
Some old people simply will freeze to death,
Same old desperate people struggling over time
They see no solution but turning to crime,
You ask me how I can know this
It’s because I’ve been there and seen,
The powerful and the rich won’t struggle
The poor people had better learn to hustle,
Or you will starve and you will freeze
It’s a ploy to keep us down on our knees,
And because we won’t subvert or dissent
They make us pay for their debts that they ran up,
And they do it with ease because we’re desperate to please
Hoping to be given the opportunity,
To buy a house on the cheap, we are the easy
To please and then we’ll keep quiet then vote for them…again..it’s so cringey.
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No no no no! I like the poem, tho…
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Thank you for reading and for appreciating my friend and for taking the time to comment 🙏 Faux
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