Inequality
One-eighty billion dollars one man has, they say.
It is outrageously obscene when once you know
half the global populace earns two bucks a day.
Due to lack of healthcare; they have no way to pay;
ten-thousand people every day will die, although
one-eighty billion dollars one man has, they say.
While one percent dine happily and put away
three-thousand dollar bottles of the best Bordeaux;
half the global populace earns two bucks a day.
The underpaid, poor women, who have no gateway
to education; stuck in sweatshops, they just sew.
One-eighty billion dollars one man has, they say.
"We can't afford the taxes" all the rich; they bray
they lobby, legislate to keep it all, and so
half the global populace earns two bucks a day.
Humans have capacity; to this all allay
it's twenty twenty-four for pity's sake, yet lo;
one-eighty billion dollars one man has, they say;
half the global populace earns two bucks a day.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2021
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