We're Under Pressure Poem by Ima Ryma

We the people be in the streets,
Homeless, helpless, hopeless be we
The castaways from life's defeats.
All around the nation we be.
U.S. - richest nation on Earth
Often talks about our plight,
But measures us by what it's worth
As an election issue fight.
We are the same flesh and blood of
The rich and powerful by fate.
We know that we are tough to love,
And know we are easy to hate.

It will take a united task,
Some understanding's all we ask.