Pittance Without Compassion Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

How unfair to be born a peasant
When the wealthy have plenty to spare
If not for a God to disarm us
The wealthy would suffer to share

Our masters give us the magic
With bounties of nobody cares
A rich man selling an empty promise
A life of only despair

Toil, dear friends, for a pittance
An hour's allowance for a life, sacrificed
Integrity to teach our children
When a father's tears become colder than ice

The wealthy have no compassion
Every effort is never enough
Like the machines that make them the money
When aged must never give up

Our children become very distant
Mothers cry for lost comforts of love
The graveyards are full of servants
Who believed their hard work would someday pay off

Christmas will soon be coming
Children don't understand
That the elf is really their father
Working more hours than he can withstand

In the kingdom there is a rich man
Who enjoys his life every night
A man who cares nothing about, family
Only what he can take to gain from a life

If ever a dream were the answer
Life would be just like a movie unseen
Everyone home in the family for dinner
A family the way it should be

(08/24/2015)