Poets Corner - The 1%
- Ronalyn
- 11 hours ago
- 1 min read
‘Love not fear’ the sticker said
On the Ute, away it sped
The rich are wily, funding hate,
Keep the people at the gate.
Can’t you see their master plan?
Divide us all, the common man,
And woman, and ‘gasp’ transgender too
But really, are they hurting you?
Who pays no tax and pulls the strings?
The 1% who own most things.
Their egos grow, their wallets swell,
The rest of us can go to Hell.
‘Let’s make them fight, cause civil war’,
We do? They win. They’ve wiped the floor,
We’ve lost free speech, ‘thought crimes’ to follow
Fooled by the rich, it’s hard to swallow.
Religion, immigrants, class wars too,
A smokescreen raised for me and you.
Don’t let them win! Let’s not divide.
We need to join and turn the tide.
Time is running out to fix it,
Only comedians seem to mix it
Up enough to make us think,
This 1%, their sh*t does stink.
© The Midnight Poet
