It don’t make no difference
Who sits in the office at the top
The poor will still get beaten down
And that ain’t never going to stop
The game is fixed so that the rich get rich
While the poor man is doomed to fail
Don’t even think to try to better yourself
Or they might throw your ass in jail
Or they can send you off to a foreign war
Started by those that never have to fight
The poor ass bastards are the ones they always call
Because dying is our only right
So why the hell do we make a fuss
If we think the wrong one got elected
If a good man ever tried to enter the game
You know he sure as hell would be rejected
So we, the poor, don’t stand a chance
Our ship will never come in
Because it sank out in the harbor
Another hole drilled in it by the rich men
So don’t think that you got choices
And someday your time will come
Because you’re just one of the billions of voices
Living underneath their thumb
So scream your screams and cry your tears
If you think that it will make it right
Lay down your head at the end of the day
And pray they will let you make it through the night
Very well said.
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Thank you my friend.
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Powerful words Jerry. It is interesting to see the parallels between the USA and the UK. Over here, something will give pretty soon as there is little left for the rich to take, but they still keep trying. I was listening to two academics talking on the radio a few days ago and they were talking about how we are on the verge of a civil war in the UK, unless things change.
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I think they are correct. Our problem here, it is the poor rural Americans (those people that should be revolting) that truly believe in the current administration.
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So topical
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Impossible to gainsay what your poem so perceptively and powerfully expresses, Jerry. Sadly I can see no answers.
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Truth…and so timely.
(((HUGS)))
PS…I put up a silly post that might bring some laughs and smiles. 🙂
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