When a box of bullets is cheaper than food The lines between a good and evil blur Through hungry eyes that starve for justice My people clamor for succor at the well Once full of plentiful waters now being drained By a few with headline names putting up fences Around the places where we all used to play Staking out selfish claims with fences of money That to the common person seem so tangible The disparity between have and have-nots is accepted By all the temporarily embarrassed millionaires Muttering in their poverty that someday They will be there Working hard enough and long enough to grab bootstraps When they don’t even have a horse to saddle Blind to the fact that the race was rigged from go They fighting for scraps from the gilded plates While they starve peacefully in undignified suffering The morsels that are cast down get smaller still The fences grow ever higher pushing further back The people from the necessities as they look to their boxes The soap box First shouting into the uproar The ballot box next Disenfranchised and ignored The ammo box is last Knocking loudly on the final door When a box of bullets is cheaper than food
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One thought on “Poem: Three Boxes”
Admire the circularity of construction. Well done.