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.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country

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