Tax
"Fifty two…" we are told
"own half of all the world."
Talk to them of the tax
raise or; add.
Fiercely they oppose…
with answer clear:
"Why to pay? "
They question and top up:
"I build and pave the roads
I plant and grow.
I own the factory, give them job.
In fact I fill their mouths.
Why should I pay again? "
Nine to five says other
so do the poor, homeless:
"The rich is leech, heartless."
What settles, what's answer?
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