The Great Divide
Exploring Global Inequality and the Consequences of Concentrated Wealth
The world is split in two, divided by wealth
The rich get richer, while the poor struggle for health
A system that's rigged, with power in the hands
Of those who already have it all, with no demands
The great divide, it's growing wider
With every passing day, it's harder to abide
The world is changing, but for whom?
The consequences of inequality loom
From the streets of New York, to the favelas of Brazil
People are struggling, with no hope for a better deal
The power of money, it's all that matters
Leaving those with nothing, to pick up the tatters
The great divide, it's growing wider
With every passing day, it's harder to abide
The world is changing, but for whom?
The consequences of inequality loom
Education, healthcare, housing and more
Are all in the hands of those who are able to score
The best for themselves, at the cost of the rest
Leaving the world to wonder, who's really the best?
The great divide, it's growing wider
With every passing day, it's harder to abide
The world is changing, but for whom?
The consequences of inequality loom
We need to stand up, to make our voice heard
To demand equality, to take back what's occurred
We can't wait for others, to make the change we need
It's up to us to act, to plant the seed
The great divide, it's growing wider
With every passing day, it's harder to abide
The world is changing, but for whom?
The consequences of inequality loom
It's time for action, it's time to unite
To fight for a future that's equal, that's right
The world may be divided, but we can make a change
And create a world where equality is no longer out of range.
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cruddymoose
My name is cruddymoose. I am a passionate writer and wordsmith, has always had a love for the written word. With a keen eye for detail and a creative mind, I try to bring a unique voice to the world of writing.
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By Matthew Curtis6 days ago in Humans
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This is a great poem, I am surprised it doesn't get the reads it deserves.