The 1 Percent Poem by Randy McClave

We the poor and the middle class
The 1 percent we will not ever harass,
The poor and the needy we instead hate and resent
While we love and support the 1 percent.

We will happily serve and we will fight and die
For us the 1 percent does not worry or cry,
To wars, our sons and daughters are eagerly sent
So, they can protect and defend the 1 percent

We live in a great country where
To many for salvation and love we pray a prayer,
But, unto God many of those prayers are never sent
Instead they are headed to the 1 percent.

The 1 percent controls all the wealth and power
As they look down upon us from their ivory tower,
They demand from us our praises and rent
As we follow and obey the 1 percent.

The 1 percent is the millionaires and the billionaires
And then one day it will be their heirs,
Unto them we praise and unto them we will repent
They are our lord's and lady's the 1 percent.

99% are so brainwashed they believe whatever they say
Vigorously they will hope to keep it that way,
The Bible says into heaven who are meant
And according to the Bible not many will be the 1 percent.

Randy L. McClave