When Classes Are Divided Poem by Kresta Farr

A poor person wants all the things they can't have,
A rich person laughs at all he has got,
Would it hurt the rich to give?
Or blind the poor to receive?
Whilst the bourgeoisie remain untouched,
They carry on with daily life,
Comfortable, earning and posessing enough to stay happy,
When classes are divided,
You see the truth emerge,
The poor and then the middle class are happy,
They have each other,
They appreciate life for what it is,
And admire the beauty and structure of the world and all its charms,
Whilst the rich people cannot see past the end of their noses,
They missed out on all the wonders of the world,
All because money blinds them,
So from this, I always say, the one truth in my head,
Money cannot buy you love,
It makes you blind instead.