The Fault Of The Wealthy Poem by Randy McClave

It's not the fault of the immigrants
Or that of the needy and or of the poor,
They are happy to be free and also alive
And they never ask for that much more.
I see them standing on the street corner
Seeking change or food when someone passes by,
Sometimes I think are they angels sent
To see if we will help them or even try.
It's easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle
Than for a rich person to make it to Heaven,
That is what our Lord Jesus Christ had said
When he answered the wealth question.
Why are the wealthy so very greedy
Why do they always put possessions and wealth first,
God won't ever be impressed
When they show him all that they had acquired on earth.
The wealthy they pay very little taxes
While the blue collar and the working class pays their share,
The wealthy hides their money and they never help anyone
While for our country and people the working class does care.
I dreamed where America was falling down
The greedy and the wealthy they were standing tall,
They were blaming the collapse on the poor and needy and the immigrants
But, the wealthy were the reason why our country did fall.

Randy L. McClave