Rich Man, Poor ManA Poem by Brave New WorldPoor man, sitting there Heart gone, with the air All from a system that never cared Rich man, with all of the above Sold his heart for some love All from a system that gave him none Red flag flying, button pressed Fingers crossed, hoping for the best All their souls burnt away Their faces fall in dismay A system that only thrives By breaking hearts with endless knives They call it freedom and liberty Behind the disguise is poverty Rich and poor man share a drink For loneliness and emptiness is their only link Poor man living on the dole Rich man has it whole Neither still have a soul Sold it, for a minute joy Time’s up, the ticker is on destroy All’s gone from the tip of a missile Couldn’t be saved by the whistle Yet neither man lost a thing System took all they had Empty ghosts fall finally And the aura rings distantly © 2010 Brave New WorldAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 20, 2010 Last Updated on May 22, 2010 AuthorBrave New WorldPittsburgh, PAAboutThe 21st century denotes a new type of emotion, a new type of love, and a new type of feeling. In this brave new world we can find a new destiny, a new future, and a new forever. more..Writing
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