A Working Class ToolA Poem by Rebecca_RoseDepicting the rich getting richer and the poor suffering.
Just A Working Class Tool
We are all getting there. We felt invincible at first, but weren't No, life isn't fair. But struggling seems concurrent. Blinded by news, media, it's infinite. Shiney rocks calling to the birds. Railroading the poor and innocent. The house is suites and tucked shirts. And the house almost always wins. Even if they have to cheat. They'll go as far to break your shins. On our back rest uncalloused feet, The greedy hooves of the asses we wipe. Building another man's dream. Our dreams are flushed down the pipe. They aren't perfect, with uneven seams. And corruption blocking the light. © 2020 Rebecca_RoseFeatured Review
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