Money money everywhere
But who will help poor
We even have a trillionaire
They say we must do much more
Just where do you draw the line
As to what is fair
Does government make it fine
Why should I even care
The communist say
Nothing is really yours
That you are just a slave
How does one endure
The capitalist proclaim
The good of the rising tide
But not all the same
Are the boats on which we ride
Some say an army there should be
Who fights for a soul’s salvation
That a vow of poverty
be the root off their creation
The will of the many
Outweighs the wants of the few
The cost to the penny
Should only be what’s due
The system has many forms
That ride on the backs of us
To each we must conform
Or the system will go bust
There is much to appall
in the lives of nine billion souls
A trillionaire could give them all
A hundred bucks to lessen their woes
How should a human live
So not a soul is lost
What is it one should give
To pay the true cost
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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