We Are Guilty Poem by Tony Adah

How come the poor cry always
In their teeming state
And the rich few as they are
Continue to wage a winning war?
How come the huddled masses
Carelessly keep their sinews and thews
To be stolen by the thieves
Who turn out be showing benevolence
Which is absent in every sphere
The nouveau riche and the philanthropists
Are all guilty of stealing our sweat
And they give it back like manna came
We are all guilty of negligence and stealing
But how come the few conquer the crowd?