Frugal Feuds

A revolutionary rhyme

I know we mustn’t grumble

We’re the ones born humble

And society would crumble

If we did not take the tumble...

 

But we’re sick and tired of all the lies

We toe the line and all the while

They silver line the cloudy skies

Keep us mild with their crocodile smiles

 

We’ll have tablets for our depression

While we work through their recession

Our class sits through their lessons

Learns how to make a good impression

 

So we stay poor but loyal

While they tax us on our toil

If the pressure builds to boil

We fight and die for land and oil

Or we can look to immigration

Envy those with less taxation

While the ones who rule the nations

Plan more social degradation

 

We won’t see the ones with power

Pull the strings from ivory towers

Orchestrated whims of cowards

Paid for by wealth that’s ours...

 

So what you gonna do?

Do what they tell you to?

From birth- your whole life through

Or start your life anew?

 

Every single soul’s existence

Is lost without resistance

To social culls and hope annulled

At Government persistence

Author's Note

Sometimes I write simple rhymes to offset the aura of mystique around socio-political issues. This is one of them.