Life is a storm that rages on
So goes the common phrase
But I feel life’s a bitter pill
The rich always take the glaze
When will dawn break for the poor
Who struggle to survive
The boat is small, the sea is rough
Get another job they chide
Three jobs he has and still we drown
In bills and debts galore
The media feeds me with their lies
To flee is my only wish
Recession looms as prices soar
Depression lurks behind
A lesson learned too late for us
We should have questioned more
Is this the vision of our founders
Who fled from unjust taxes
Now we are under blunt axes
The rich have turned their backs
Tyranny reigns over the poor
Can anyone hear our plea
We frown in pain and misery
We drown in poverty
©️2023 M. Robbins
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