Us Versus Them

Wed, 07/01/2015 - 23:59 -- Kmg44
The rich are rich.
The poor are poor.
Those in between 
Aren't there anymore. 
The land of the free
Isn't free without money,
Which, unfortunately, 
Doesn't grow on trees.
Still, they throw it around,
As if it grows out of the ground. 
A million here. 
A billion there. 
"It's just money, who cares?"
I dream of all that I could be 
If the money they were throwing around,
They were throwing at me.
No loans, no debt. 
No worries, no stress.
Limitless success. 
But that'll never happen, 
Not for me and you. 
This system isn't made for us, 
Our dreams will not come true. 
This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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