Grim Reaper

And being here has made me realise
How little I can know of being poor
The different views of undeveloped eyes
Expectancy of what life has in store
I dream about equality on earth
But sadly this is not what I can see
For some are privileged by place of birth
More accident than meritocracy
The filthy rich consume all they can get
The dirty poor try simply to survive
And the middle liberal and wet
A poet musing why he gets to thrive
The poor man’s seed will sow a life so cheap
It’s time to change the grimness of the reap

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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