When those without wake to the loss
Of being free from chains of cost
Nickels, dimes and pennies slip
Between their calloused fingertips
There’s no relief from crying poor
Just fast-latched window, slamming door
And yet as things are less affording
Behind the scenes there’s asset hoarding
When inequality equips
The richest ones, the scales they tip
Until too late, our pockets empty
With bills piled high, the damage hefty
We know their names, their smile-less faces
But to them we are fractions, face-less
Barely scum scraped from their shoe
Left to ponder, where’s our due?
There is no justice till we learn
To pay what’s fair, ensure we earn
A wage commensurate to work
Where food and roof are not deemed “perk”
We do not have to break and bleed
To have access to basic needs
A world free of complacency
Where anything you hoped to be
Is possible, dream in the making
And in your reach, ripe for the taking!
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