With arms I say.
To walk my way.
And take the day.
On money I lay.
Where I stay.
For lesser men.
Unknown to them.
Are hardened by,
Economically.
Not knowing why.
Because the rich get rich,
The poor stay poor.
A ride to hitch.
Naked upon the floor.
Listening to heavy steps at the door.
Socially, they say.
Close your eyes.