The Privileged Few

Wealth doesn’t seem to rub off

Or trickle down, or whatever.

Instead it relies on stealth and lies

To sucker in lots of help,

Unbeknownst to the miserable many,

Who work long hours, dreaming

Of plenty but seeing none

Of the fruits of their labor

Cross over the fence

To their bank account.

No, it stays at the top

With the privileged few,

Who rally the troops

When the going gets rough,

But leave them to starve

After the work is done.

So, don’t put all your

Proverbial eggs in one basket,

Or you’ll be broke long before

They pick out your casket.


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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