'' It Is Us Not Them Who'll Be Missed '' Poem by Bri Mar

Was your life in riches worth living?
Always taking not giving,
One day it will end there'll be things you can't mend,
Your demise will be so unforgiving.

Always looking over your shoulders,
You'll feel the weight of those boulders,
You'll be deep in the brown when they come crashing down,
Beauty belongs to the beholders.

You'll claim that life isn't fair,
But for others you just didn't care,
If you live like a lord you'll die by the sword,
Humility like the yeti is rare.

You know not the meaning of shame,
You'll refuse to except any blame,
Those lies you smother will belong to another,
I'm innocent is what you'll proclaim.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing,
Sadly nothing is what it will bring,
I'm afraid what is true is you'll get what you're due,
To hope you will no longer cling.

Your friends will desert you en masse,
Now it is you they will pass,
Those you treated like dirt and really did hurt,
You'll discover they're a different class.

We are not like your spoiled brats,
Who desert their own people like rats,
Please let it be known we look after our own,
While the rich just treat us as stats.

Without us you wouldn't exist,
There'd be no rich kids list,
They've never learned our respect must be earned,

‘' It Is Us Not Them Who'll Be Missed ‘'