Class in a Mirror

What is class, you have the cash Dressed to match, riches stash, Pseudo rich and all pretence Having no feelings or sincere sense. Class of people bother not of poor Look down on others, scornfully sure. When storms hit hard and tides turn rough There is no friend who’ll stand by tough. But the poor once ignored by class Will leave the gates of razzmatazz here by your side to be Helping you through your misery. Look not down on another Treat them like your sister or brother. Don’t count friendship by size of house Weigh not him by what, when and hows. His heart is clean and welcomes you Treating you well with food and juice. Today he’s down, someday will he be high Then your whims his class will supply. Class is not born to time and space Birth was not in gold and lace. Naked was he that once crawled the ground Attained a class by means of vile and sound. The mirror shows a different gleam Eyes see not what they may seem. Class is all for show, glamour and pomp Lost midst multitudes in a pride of swamp. Plastic smiles with fake, shallow concern Time, reality will soon confirm.