I don't usually share my poems on the internet but i was really proud of this one so hopefully yall like it. Advice and tips are appreciated !!!
The ballad of the rich
you turn your backs
and wear your blindfolds
to the life you don't understand
your money
you watch it grow on trees
then wield it high and proud
the dying, dirty truth is clear
it lurks outside your door
but ignorance makes you keep it closed
and shut out thoughts of the poor
admit you're nothing like me
i while you bathe in Gold and Green
when we ask for bread and water
you'll rejoice in our quiver and fear
we're meant to look up and pray
as you "bless us" with your voice.
the only blessing i hear,
is when my poverty kills me off -
you'll dig me out of my resting grave
and sell my remains for gold
