America the Land of the Poor

electoral college is our saving grace it ensures that the poor can never get a stronghold or even a toe-hold in the political machine I stared at the creepy senator, wondering if he had any idea what it was like to be poor, homeless, suffering, alone or desperate He had a smug look on his face, his braggadocio ways turned me away I began thinking about all the unfairness in the world between the rich and the poor a man convicted of 34 counts of felony allowed to run for President? Trailer trash stealing a loaf of bread and meat to feed children is living in a stark six by eight cell, awaiting a speedy trial the laws are made by the congressmen and senators here. Are they not rich? And who do they benefit? How do they stay rich? America, the Land of the Poor.