Poverty Under the Stars

Living under stars seem to be a way of life Despair, lack of food, misery, and strife The problem gets worst everyday Left out in the cold like dogs and strays The politicans sit back and get fat While the poor live among trash and rats The economy is getting worst It's the working poor man's curse People are dying from starvation For them there is no salvation They scrabble for the little they find And pray that the rich man toss them a dime They thought that the could live the American dream Only to find themselves living off lies and schemes Nameless faces dilapidated places Poverty fall upn many races Hey you Mr. Rich man sitting up there eating your steak Watching a weary old poor man end his fate You don't care about his well-being You treat him less than a human being So the poor man live his life under the stars While the wealthy sit back and watch him starve Oh wealty one you shall be beaten with many stripes Because you brought misery on the poor man's life