The Oppressors Poem by Randy McClave

God to me did say
In a dream that I had the other day,
About the land in which I was raised and do live
To which unto all I always did help and give.
It's where my dad and his fathers had fought
When liberty and justice and freedom they sought,
It's where I and my siblings were raised
Where God and the constitution was always praised.
The US is now the only place on earth
Where the poor and the middle class don't get their worth,
They shun away from free healthcare
And for free education they just uncaringly stare.
They are told when to fight and how to vote
What to read and what to believe that is wrote,
And who to support and who to standby and help
But, never ever for themself.
They follow the leadership of the wealthy
Even if it means them staying poor, uneducated and unhealthy,
They will fight and will die for who they are told too
They do whatever the rich folks tell them what to do.
Remember what the lord had said
Where the souls of the rich go when they are dead,
This will be said with no pain in my heart or tears in my eyes
It's hard for someone who is rich to enter the gates of paradise.
The rich are not roll models for us
That distinction belongs to our Lord and savior Jesus,
Then in my dream God said to listen to the confessors
The rich, they are your oppressors.

Randy L. McClave