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The Rich, The Poor, The Apathetic


He eats from golden platter, three courses served by his butler

She eats what is stolen, some bread from her brother

He shouts, "Call the guards! There's a thief on the loose!"

Her brother is captured, and hung from a noose

There they stand, apathetic, in the year 1500

 

500 years later, things hardly have changed

The rich still sit pretty, while the poor take the blame.

 

He gets what he wants, at his parents' expense,

She drops out of school, no time to study for tests.

He celebrates Christmas with a set of new car keys,

While she works double shifts, she has her family to feed.

Still they stand, apathetic, in the year 2014.

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