Raymond C. Russell (Chicago, Illinois)
Poor People's Gift
Some of us are proud citizens of the great and powerful U.S.A.
But all citizens and foreigners work hard for their dinky pay.
The acceptance of a job is occasionally based on one's race.
Blacks are often labeled unemployable and a national disgrace.
But can you hear the sounds of all poor people crying?
Because poor whites, Hispanics, Asians, and Blacks are all dying.
For the beauty of change is never ending.
Often creating chaos and hope with every beginning.
There are some people who seek glory and fame.
But once you die, 100 years from now, who will know your name.
For we are all prisoners of this painful world of love,
And only death allows our souls to fly like a dove.
But God's Justice Scales will weigh everyone's deeds.
And the super rich will only seek the devil's wishes and pleads
They will have no more wealth and many of a great times.
For now the agony of their souls will pay for their many crimes.
But there are some rich people who donated to the poor.
Which make's the middle classes become the rich man's whore.
For they all shouted damn, the poor people on welfare,
Now God damns them, and shows poor people that he is fair.
For the moralistic poor people will surely go to Heaven.
And the rich shall live in Hell, a million times seven.
Which leaves the middle class days of glory almost gone.
And now Satan beckons for them to sit next to his throne.
Sadly some middle class folks will except the invitation.
While others will beg God forgiveness, and spiritual mediation.
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