A Piece of My Cake
A piece of my cake
Their rich table
Always filters their ego
Cos they never truly
Work to earn that large
So I wonder
How they could
Ever understand
The common man
From their windows
They see them
But they truly
Can't see the pain
We bear just only
To survive
Were only just
To eat is too
Expensive
Despite the hard labour
Our cupboard still
Remains empty
And survival remains
Our prayer request
Why not if not
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