The Rich The Poor Poem by umoh cyril

They wear designers,
We wear local tailors,
They wear gated trousers,
We put on crumpled shorts,

They go to the mall,
We know the market well,
They order from the mall,
The market people know us well,

They live in luxury,
We dine with mice,
We can spell poverty,
They live so nice,

We don't discriminate them,
They are wise to keep their spoon,
We sold our silver spoon to them,
They are they wise we are the fool,

We do not complain,
They always lament,
Their money was not enough,
We just lived with contempt,

They are the beautiful ones,
We are like statues,
Black like scones,
They sail in exquisite chateau,

What they can't do,
We can't do better,
We are just fools,
Who live in gutters,

They are very popular,
Only our neighbor knows us,
Their tastes are very circular,
We thank God for what he gave us,

They got what they wish,
We don't know what to wish for,
They are the rich,
We are the poor.