Equality
Their ribs show, as their stomachs ache,
The tears secrete, and roll down their face
They watch the rich and the more that they take
As they sip their wine and dine on some steak
Meanwhile the others fight for a flake
Life looks great, as that one percent
Meanwhile the others fight to pay rent
They say they are not guilty
Although it seems like intent
I wonder why we are not wealthy
Why we’re never content
But this right here is called envy
And this is why we repent.
They say everyones equal, and this is my gist
It seems like we’re coequal, although it doesn’t exist
We get thrown in jail, while they get slapped on the wrist
Democracy has failed, and we’re in the midst.
It seems like in the billions are their net’s
Trip to the tropics in their private jets
But we don’t inherit millions
Only thing we inherit are debts
But I’m sure of one thing, at the arrival of death
I’ll have no regrets, Ill smile as I take my last breath
Because once we are in the dirt,
Six feet deep buried in the earth,
We’re equal, the same value we’re all worth.
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