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.
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