Beggars Cannot Be Choosers

Beggars cannot be choosers is what “they” say
We do not choose to beg
A life of desperation has made me us this way

Big money can be seen everyday
the devouring envy 
of riches and prosperity 
that feels so very far away...

“They” say it's our choices that make us a success
“they” look down upon those
whom are visibly distressed
“you can choose to be successful!”
 “But you cannot manage your stress!”

“They” blame the poor 
for not wanting to be more
The poor did not become chosen 
to become completely ignored

The “right man” for the job
Always seems to be chosen 
before illusions of employment 
becomes completely frozen

Mere pawns in a great game of chess
played by great powerful hands
of financial success

We fall like chess pieces
Economic cannon fodder
Cannon fodder that can never rest

We gather up our belongings
to count what we own
We try to count our blessings
But yet it's hard not to feel owned

Beggars cannot be choosers
So I have always been told
but yet I beg of freedom
before I have become too old

Trying to count my blessings 
to get me through another day
neither did I beg or choose
But such as life, 
For it made me this way....
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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