'' Why Do We Venerate The Rich '' Poem by Bri Mar

To hear the queen's speech,
What does it teach,
To those who are living without,
Yes, her riches are out of their reach,
Of that there shouldn't be any doubt.

Of news she's the bearer,
A society that's fairer,
That's what the prime minister reckons,
Just as they take away your carer?
Chaos for the sick is what beckons.

Take the pope,
He say's live in hope,
While preaching from his zillionaires mansion,
What about those who cannot cope,
What they view is his churches expansion.

Archbishop Welby cries,
Injustice he sighs,
While his fillet of steak servants carve,
The actual facts this fantasist denies,
He gets fat while the rest of us starve.

To learn is the key,
Yes, we pay their fee,
They give nothing back in return,
Who are the fools? Yes, you and me,
We watch as our pittance they burn.

They are self-centred scum,
Who view us as dumb,
We've no gumption to put up a fight,
To whatever they say we always succumb,
If you're honest you'll admit they are right,

There's a common equation,
Across every nation,
Since that day we exited our caves,
We their paymasters fill them with elation,
They look upon us as their slaves.

It's a well known fact,
None of them use tact,
As they all make their patronising pitch,
Against the poor the odds are stacked,


‘' Why Do We Venerate The Rich ‘'