We the people
A poem by Michelle Norsworthy
Hands out with their fingers grabbing
another money-hungry villian
Cought the madness
The sadness, struggling to pay bills
with just a little money to your name
Its not the same though, knowing
For every nickel that you earn
They take a dollar
stuffing bills in their throats by the handful
while you're demanding answers
They answer
With a little determination, you can manage
to earn five cars, six boats, and a mansion
but they forget to mention
our are the backs on which their wealth was built
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