'' Without You They'd Die '' Poem by Bri Mar

There's more than enough,
To keep us all going,
To some sharing is tough,
They think they're all knowing.

They tend to want more,
Far more than they need,
They like a full store,
They're obsessed by greed.

With you they won't share,
Even if you're starving,
Neither do they care,
It's your meat they're carving.

What they class as wealth,
Is alien to you,
While you cherish good health,
It's fortunes they accrue.

They never feel shame,
Their conscience is clear,
Though it's you they defame,
They still need you near.

They'll feed you the dregs,
Just enough to exist,
Though the destitute begs,
They need you on their list.

Though they're unforgiving,
As over you they preside,
They cannot go on living,
Without you at their side.

Though they loathe to agree,
It's a sure-fire fact,
You hold the key,
Their lives you enact.

Don't you ever forget,
Though this they'll deny,
What does make them fret,
Is,

‘' Without You They'd Die ‘'