Freedom of Rich Versus Poor

I’m famous but they’ll never know me I will never publish my poetry and risk public violence against my honesty Though fame was always my destiny Freedom fighters died so my voice could be as loud as the colour of my oppressor’s skin Yet still my sound cannot be heard over the valleys and mountains that still separate us From our orthopaedic mattress to their plastic covered sponges that prevents their tears from seeping in as they cry each night for emancipation. Mothers of children who walk distances we drive for an education that is a right to each Yet they still have to struggle for. Suffer for. Barefoot on dry soil with cracks wide open yet still expected to feed the same stomachs that fail it. Scorching heat on their back as we rub sun screen and block the burning fires of truth that we are no better, Bank accounts that make us smile during the day and at night we toss and turn and never find sleep troubled souls of imprisonment. Peace be upon your heart dear brother detached from the same cord of the same brother today is your enemy The cord of creation from Adam and Eve until Madam met Steve No, that wasn't just to rhyme Steve was the garden boy that’s when skin colour mattered. What religion speaks of wealth and colour? and hails it more precious than the poverty they suffer. When the pallbearers whisk you around like a light feather carrying you back to where it all began, nothing but dust and ashes no lights or camera flashes Or your pompous tongue lashes did I mention the fake eyelashes. When we race for the finish line what awaits us in the end? Education is freedom Ignorance is illiterate but who weighs our intelligence? Against who or what? The rich versus the poor How did you get rich? The rich versus the poor How did you stay poor? The rich versus the poor What defines such?