Lower Class Poems | Examples

What Happened and Why

I am still trying to know what happened when
Trump won. Did God really support Trump due
to him being against the abortion issue and Harris's 
lack of time to prepare? The Democrats now
represent upper scale, highly educated and
professional and popular instead of working,
middle and lower class who are dissatisfied
with the rising cost of living and rising gas
versus groceries prices. Lower and middle
class who represents majority enjoy having
a macho, strong and masculine image like
Trump while wanting revenge. They got 
what they wanted.
Now let's see what happens and if
Trump lives up to his promises which 
may be hard to meet. Listen to what
voters have to say and meet their
wants and needs.

'pantry ****'

'Pantry ****' writes Professor Denton
    is a crusade that she's been sent on
  to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt
    that she's an ignorant, stupid lout 

  She claims that tidy pantries and manicured lawns
    are 'racist and sexist structures' upper-crust society is based on
  Well, Ms. Denton, if you'd ever lived in a lower-class neighborhood
    you'd know instinctively what utter bull-roar your claims rest upon

Serial Killer

1.He was a Scottish-Canadian medical doctor 
and serial killer who poisoned his victims.
2.He murdered up to ten people in three countries.
3.He is targeting mostly lower-class women,
prostitutes and pregnant women seeking abortions. 
4.He was convicted and sentenced to death,and was 
hanged on 15 November 1892.
Note.Prostitutes are also women and women are not
aliens,they are our mothers sisters and daughters.

Life Is Unjustly Justifiably Fair

Justice doesn't come easily on earth,
You have to fight it and stand by its treats-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.

Enforcement of a right does not mind birth,
Either upper or lower class, law cheats!
Justice doesn't come easily on earth.

Only in heaven as believed, unearth;
True justice justly, where no bias competes-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.

There, there is rigid justice before mirth: 
For all sort worthy, are paradise feats.
Justice doesn't come easily on earth,

For class manipulates law- preach rebirth,
To learn its way through cool forceful retreats-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.

On earth, an appeal is like a childbirth:
Pushing through emotion suffers defeats.
Justice doesn't come easily on earth-
Cum holiness to gain its true kind worth.

Time Lost

Time lost is time gain
Nothing will ever be the same
Others will always bring up your past
But that will not last
Now you are in the super class.

Others will remember when
You were in the lower class
That was in the past
At last, at last that has past
You are now in God’s super class.

I know, I know you may ask
"Why it seem like others are doing better than me"
Are you sure, very sure
The out side looks first class
But the inside is sinking fast
They are not being in God super class.

When I walk through the valley 
Of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil
God has Prepared a table
Before me in the present 
Of my enemies
No weapon that is formed
Against me shall not last
Because I am now in God super class.

Lives No Longer Fragmented

LIVES NO LONGER FRAGMENTED

Their lives in fragments, no longer,
they've left, "Valley of Shame".
They're no longer "Nobody," 
they're somebody ... with a name.

They're a composite of females,
complexions of all hues.
Variety of nationalities,
"entitled" ... paid their dues.

Don't assume women illiterate,
or of a lower class.
That they are "ladies of the street",
or girls ... living too fast.

Don't assume and don't imagine,
worst lifestyles, daily see.
These are ordinary females,
ladies ... like you and me.

Framented by something in life,
heart and essence erased.
In past, saw themselves invisible,
no soul, no heart ... no face.



September 17, 2020

The Chess Game

Who will make a move first.
The world of chess is in the courts.
Can we really give an appeal and pay our lawyer for trust.
It’s your move Bobby Fisher, I mean the judge. Which side are you on?
Nitpicking the evidence but he won’t budge. Now we take it up to the president for rights deserve. 
Mr. President can you help the lower class people? Taking it to the Supreme Court which is now reserved. It’s now your move...

The My Way Highway

blind minions do not hear
deaf disciples cannot see
callous subzero frozen feelings 
breed gibberish jarring jubilee 

this bloody blind-eyed messiah
rode to town astride an ass
belching barking oratory
for an aimless lower class

a starry-eyed astrologer
alchemist extraordinaire
summoned shrouded quatrains
revealing he baffles with a flare

loitering lotus-eater
puppeteer par excellence
self-indulgent Machiavellian 
pitched fabricated arrogance

adroit and ambidextrous
he summons the mercurial mass
conjuring decrees and fairytales 
dictating his rules pass

lose not a bloodied hammered head
resign yourself to a running retreat
le guillotine administers
swift sweet and replete 

no man speaks of that not heard
or sees that left not read
bony fingers point with indigestion
reflecting in fractured mirrors 


Posted April 18, 2020

The First Socialist

The socialist

Spilt coffee on the kitchen table
the liquid formed the face of Jesus, as painted by an artist.
The face has idealized the sum of we hoped for
handsome and not old.
Jesus was the Assange of his time, a contrarian telling
us the truth; we don’t like being told the truth.
The church, the capitalist of the time, adopted him
like he should be one of them.
They only did this when too many believed in his teaching
and the put quotes in his mouth what he never said.
Born in a stable by a lower-class family who was behind in rents
and thrown out, his father too up carpentry which Jesus
was no good at doing 
He was more bookish walking around critical of the regime
which arrested him and then crucified him as a warning to
his many fans, but his equality talks are still around today
we call it socialism.

Living Just To Die

Living just to die 
Negligence rules 
From the upper class 

It prove is seen 
Right on the lower class 
Below the bottom

They have their world 
Up there
So is difficult for them 
To see us below 

The power they posses
Is the source of the curse
Why till now they cant feel 
The ones who holds 
The pillars of that up lift them

Life is sad story 
No wonder they create
A pillamid of class

Even when we live
Our life's are equal to just 
Living just to die

People Just Being People

*People just being people.
These are the kind I want to be around.
How I deplore those putting on airs.
I like the folks whose both feet touch the ground!

Uppity people won’t hang out with lower class folks.
Some society types brag about their good breeding.
For those born with golden spoons in their mouths,
education in REAL life is what they are needing!

Fashionistas and upper class snobs on the hill
seem to think that blue collar’s a sin.
Too many people have hate for their brothers.
*We are all alike beneath the skin!

What matters the most is being yourself.
As they say, “To thy own self be true.”
So this world might at last enjoy full peace,
we must respect those who don’t think like we do!

Sept. 30, 2019 for Richard Lamoureux's Pick A Line Any Line Poetry Contest
*The title and first line are from Richard's poem: Broken People
The other line *is from my poem: A Love Letter to my Friends of India
(see Link in box above for my Love Letter poem)

Red-Blue Balls

red-blue balls


lower class teacher 
shows colored balls - counts number
kid denies to learn
10/07/2019

'Haiku-hue' Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

The Colleen Bawn- Ellen Hanley

Young Ellen Hanley caught John Scanlon’s eye
He was determined that she’d be his wife
Their marriage was cursed and Ellen would die
On the River Shannon she lost her life.

She was a beauty but of lower class
He belonged to a wealthy family
A few weeks later grew tired of the lass
She was found in Shannon’s estuary.

His servant killed Ellen a girl so young
And from a boat threw her over the side
Both men found guilty and from gallows hung
Her dead body washed ashore with the tide.

In Clare there stands a memorial stone
The Colleen Bawn she is now better known.


Written on 28 January 2019

Drive

we think 
everyone’s goal
in life
is to be happy

i don’t understand it
but for some people
it’s all about power
or just being right
really it’s about
what makes
them
happy

we have different
definitions of
what happiness is
and we’re always
surprised when
theirs differ from ours

for some 
it’s to be proven smarter
crushing one’s opponents
shopping till you drop
quietly reading in a corner
eating till you burst
making money no matter how
stockpiling mountains of savings
disrespecting lower class
barking orders
abusing the weak
badmouthing loved ones
pursuit of one’s perversions
living for one’s children
pumping iron all day long
the thrill of the chase
the high of the adventure…

our happiness is what drives us all 
in our very idiosyncratic ways



AP: Honorable Mention 2021, 3rd place 2021

Posted on November 7, 2018

Planet Cries

Our planet cries, as the weak and oppressed, pay a price for wealth to rise, 
we pollute and consume, while we seal our doom
but power is blind to see, what the scope of the crime will eventually 
lead to a preventable catastrophe 

The answers I fear, are too obvious and clear
but will never be realized, by the politically paralyzed
where there is no profit, to come from it, the leaders will not see fit
to fix what has already been done 

We sacrifice our souls, for reasons no one knows, and work for the greater good
we are never sure why, as our victims die, never told if we should try 
stop and stare, or rally to care, one planet to share, without our help will no longer be there
should this not be enough

Dollars and cents, the lower class repents, for the sins of the powers that lead
we all do the work, to cultivate not shirk, the responsibilities to ensure that we all succeed

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