Paper God
It weighs heavy, yet is light
Small but causes fright
Slipping through the hands of the most fortunate but
Dust only slips through mine.
People worship it like it’s divine
A savior made from trees but I’m
Struggling to see the good and the glory
Of a paper god.
There’s the hungry and there’s the homeless
And I’ll be damned if I don’t confess
That I can’t spare them a thought when my bills are the ones
That I like best.
No food on the table
But we’re working humans and we’re able
So why can’t I praise the faces that makes the wealthy wealthiest?
Money doesn’t buy happiness
But it buys the medicine that keeps my mother alive
It keeps us fed when the government goes for a dive.
If it can make our world problem free
Then why are we chastised for living at a lower degree?
Why are we such a problematic nation
When all I want is a damn education?
I wish I didn’t have to worry like some people I know
But I’ll take what I can get as it comes and I go.