The Rich And The Poor
the rich shall enjoy
the long queue of
their funeral march
on the motif of
yellow and
confetti and it
will be on tv for
months, they have
it all: honor, glory
and fame, and luck.
we are the mourners.
pretending to be true.
we are the poor
grass under their suns.
we are always the
worshippers of their
heroes. we are
poor as always and
ever shall be, forever
and ever, amen.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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