Poem -

The Gap

The fat cats keep getting fatter, 
Whilst the poor kids are hungrier than ever,
A widening gap so apparent now,
Rich are richer, poor are becoming poorer.

Like caged animals in a zoo,
With bars of circular nickel brass,
The keepers they line their pockets of green,
On looking at the incarcerated working class.

Conformity is the modern day trap,
For threat of the economy collapse,
Each one of us a cog in a wheel,
Running fast but going nowhere perhaps.

They clap for you outside your cage,
But never allow you out,
Even when fighting to save mass lives,
They don’t hear you plead and shout.

A crazy world where man can’t feed his child,
The keepers subsidise their a la carte on tax,
Sitting comfy on the leather of green,
Dictating and passing more acts. 

Greed and power corrupt the man,
No matter religion or political stance, 
It’s seems innate to always want more,
Especially when it comes to finance. 

 

 

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The fish of the sea

Love this Sam! Such a poem of awareness, but you displayed it so very well, your structure and use of analogy are amazing. I enjoyed this one a lot. Kind regards. The Fish of the Sea.

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Yiyan Han

It's a serious topic that demands a solution. In the free world, it's the voters that decide now and future.

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