Privations

How nice for the wealthy with their well heeled shoes
And the poor abandoned coyly to drugs and booze.
How nice for the boys and girls so well stacked
And the poor barely living life with pride intact

How nice to get away, with their first-class flights
And the poor living low in their underclass fights.
How nice to see them driving in a shiny Rolls-Royce
And the poor walking in the rain with zero choice.

How nice for the wealthy only taking what’s theirs
And the poor losing their last penny while no one cares.
How nice they can live their life with no sense of guilt
While the poor endure privations that wealth has built.

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