Oh how the rich and vain
Spin it to the poor and plain
Gated castles just beyond view
Nests of sanctuary for the few
Everyday they leave for work
Driving past in high comfort
Thinking about stock perks
Working on reports
Wage slaves on the street
With signs that say “Eat”
Class struggle is not just
Seats all up back of the bus
Riots can’t get the point across
It takes a cost of personal loss
Lacking vision and wine for courage
They will “Eat” the Rich
Author notes
Wish I could share the illustration...
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