Food Stamps

And we are the poor

The lowest of our caste

With politicians at the top

But who really is the lowest?

With the corruption feeling its way from the top down.

Don’t they know we are the base.

We can’t fall without being rumbled and torn.

But even then we will stand tall.

Because we are the people.

We fought for our own rights when we were wronged.

And once again we are being wronged.

I ask you, will you stand for this injustice the government serves us?

That they constantly serve us?

Yet we take it.

Why not, like the proud Americans who lived far before our times, stand up for what we believe in.

We are not docile sheep.

We are humans who deserve to be treated like the people we are.

Fairly.

 

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