The Rich Man Poem by Randy McClave

The rich man refuses to fight in our wars
But, he wants us to buy in his stores,
And then he wants us to idolize him
And also treat him like a God by singing praises and a hymn

The rich man wants to pay less taxes
While on the beach or on his yacht he relaxes,
While the middle class pays more than their fair share
The rich man doesn't care.

The rich man wants us to bail him out
While he hates the poor and needy he will shout,
And when he asks us for another dollar
We jubilantly give it to him with a parade and a holler.

The rich man wants us to riot and fight
While his desires and wants he does incite,
And he doesn't care if we go to jail or even die
And long as we believe and support his needs and lie.

The rich man will not ever make it to heaven
Even he eats the bread which is unleavened,
Because, he has never used his wealth to help anyone
He just used it and others as a pawn.

The rich man cares only for himself and his riches
And all that he owns and his tailored made britches,
To be a rich man I have never sought
God bless me, as a rich man I am not.

Randy L. McClave