The Poor Over the Rich

There are some born with good fortune,
they have so many doing there bidding,
yet there hands are too clean,
they taught themselves so little.

Can't do the easiest things,
but still feel high and mighty,
seeing those to get by in life,
some are blind by there own unclear ambitions.

There are some born in the bottom,
covering there hands with dirt and scars,
but worked to get what they need.

Some say they're glad to come from the bottom,
because we faced cruelty,
we know how to use scrapes,
we know the world,
we can come up top starting 
from the bottom.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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