KILL THE RICH

POETRY BY DAVID WILLMOTT

 
Police to police
The poor
For
The Rich
Who were poor
Once
And don't wanna be again.
 
Neither do I
But
I'll not kill, pollute, lie or cheat
To wrap myself in a silken sheet
While my neighbor shivers
and drinks from wasted rivers
The waste of our wasteful products.
 
How long could you watch your child starve and yea
we've heard it all before
But do nothing
I don't
And my kids are fine
Until it's their time

 

 

DISCLAIMER:  THIS SITE DOES NOT ADVOCATE THE MURDERING OF THE RICH OR WEALTHY.  IT IS SOLELY INTENDED TO BRING  ATTENTION TO THE PLIGHT OF THE POOR OF THE WORLD.

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