(political Poem) A Reflection Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Equality is not defined by the people, but for the people.
One of who has higher education carries on his celebration.
But changes nothing of importance.
Why because he's not suffering.
He's is already bought and paid for by the system which enslaves you.
He is laughing, he is cackling.
A man stroking his ego as he has always done.
Looky here son.
Look what I've become.
And in the mirror lies an ugly reflection.
One not of humanity, but depravity.
Cruel but just world, so is said.
The founders are not dead.
They live on inside us.
They are expressed in ways that bring me disgust.
They are expressed in ways that bring me joy.
I thank god not everyone is like this man in the world.