With arms I say.
Come walk my way.
And bring the day,
To where I stay.
For a lesser men.
Unknown to them.
Is 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.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A most interesting write where the rich get rich because they know the rules of the game and the poor do not. Justice closes its eyes to the rich not the poor for rules must be enforced whether known or not. A good read
Sad but true, this poetic commentary of the life we appear to accept. A very good write!
It's often true: most people close their eyes to the injustices of others if they live a fine enough life.
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