Feeling a priviliged life kept,
With beliefs that a keeping...
A good credit score enables one,
To obtain more debts to regret...
Once easily received with one's signature,
Immediately ceases when one realizes...
A life lived on leases and loans to get,
With money owed and nothing is owned...
Increases one's depression with tears wept,
Especially when funds have left one with none.
And those impressions quickly made yesterday,
And decades before on a regular basis...
Have become depleted of pretentions.
Yet...
Folks like these are more often today heard,
Making their tearful confessions to purged...
Upon those who have historically lived on less.
But suddenly find their struggles more accepted,
By the ones who now feel a surging of empathy...
With belief they share a common place to address.
'Now I understand your pain.'
~Oh?
Does that come with or without oppression? ~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem