Rich And Poor Poem by Francis Duggan

The gap between the rich and poor expanding getting bigger by the day
But in a fair and just society things would never be this way
Those born into a poor family are forsaken by the gods
And if they wish to be successful they must fight against all odds.

In the slum parts of the city you will only see decay
Homes and gardens looking shabby everything look old and gray
Ninety per cent live off welfare and those with jobs work for low pay
And all would choose to be born elsewhere if in their births they had a say.

In the yuppies part of the city things are very different there
Brand new homes and well kept gardens, new cars they drive and new suits they wear
Children of affluent parents and advantaged from the start
The slum end only three miles distant seems a continent apart.

Life is hard and never easy for those from the slum parts of town
And it is hard to be successful with others trying to drag you down
Most employers do not want to know you your address your enemy
But do not count yourself a failure if you are born into poverty.

The gap between the rich and poor expanding getting bigger by the day
But in a fair and just society things would never be this way
Those who speak that all are equal in god's eyes are talking rot
For the people of the slum parts it would seem by god forgot.