The Unknown Man Poem by Gold Trybes

I feel a pain in my heart which draws me to tears when I see the plight of the poor man
A feeling that burns so passionately but almost with no remedy I can bear now
Why the poor keep getting poorer and the rich getting richer everyday
Why the average guy who does the hard job gets paid peanuts and
The rich guy ends up feasting on the hard labor of the abject laden fellow
I feel a pain beyond words can have me say here when the poor is incarcerated
And the rich guy gets a mere slap on the wrist for the same offense as the poor guy
Can someone explain to me why life will be so unfair as when the rich keeps buying
Buying every available space to build houses, drive posh cars and date the best women
While the poor guy languishes in penury all his life, unable to pay his rents and afford a decent living
Who listens to the poor? Who sees his pain? Who hears him out when he’s faltering in his bills?
I make a case for the downtrodden and hope for someday when someone will listen.