War Between the Rich and Poor

The War between the Rich

And Poor

Has finally reached

The screaming threshold...

The good thing is there's no denying,

'less your living up your asshole...

The War between the Rich

And Poor's

Been going on for ages...

The Rich just never stunk this much...

But now we see those coprophages

For what they are...

They can not hide anymore in rags...

We see their silver bullet eyes!...

So don't let them tempt you with

Their shoddy tools

Of monetary slick

Disguise...

For centuries they've used distractions...

They've had us fighting in their Wars...

They've donned us in their soldier garb

Under the guise of social mores...

And when we returned with PTSD

They let us mop the mess halls of our schools

That remain underfunded while they laugh through teeth...

Misinformation was the golden rule...

They've told us not to trust the Muslims,

Turn our backs on Palestine...

They want to infiltrate our conscience,

And to desecrate our minds...

These are the same landowners

Back from the South

Who owned a bevy of black slaves...

From the rolling hills of Mississippi

To the New Jersey Palisades

Where Africa and North America collided

And shook ancient tectonic plates...

The rich have dug their hate ditch deep...

They shoot pool with eye balls

On their greasy spaghetti plates...

...But we the Workers are the ones who know...

And we the Homeless are their collateral damage...

But we are not done just because they rule...

No, we have always had the home advantage...

This is our home, and they are the gentry

Trying once again to trip our wires...

They poison us with factory smoke,

And they act paternal

As they beguile...

But I will not play their twisted chess game...

And I won't be lured in by the latest pill...

Cooked up by their overpaid quacks

For the next psychosis of betrayal...

The Rich are only Rich in pocket...

It's time to cut our loss,

And end the sale...

So often the Rich have tricked the poor

By substituting God for Government...

And when we're praying they want us

To tithe for them...

They take a percentage from our

Disillusionment...

But no more from me...

I will not play!...

I can't lay snuggled in contentment

In the ashes of their shoddy system,

I have my mind,

As they'll soon find

We still retain the will to fight,

And rise up

Against the disorder that they've so

Filthily contrived!...

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