Trickle

Scream at the sky, why, did all I could in this life,
never was enough, it does crush us underfoot, always on the edge of a knife,
it dents our hopes, shatters dreams, leaves us nothing to cheer,
we give all we have to live poor, in debt to the men we fear.

all is never enough for some, they need more,
to feel their worth soar,
too much doesn't exist for them,
the figures can always rise again.

it never trickles down, a lie to keep people sated,
they just use bigger a cup to collect more, as we sit by feeding on the dregs, deflated
we make do, fighting between ourselves for scraps
making less and less , never enough to avoid the traps

the test can we accept less, can we live with none,
this figure suits them best, destroy the workforce, cut costs at every turn,
they earn their place at the table of wealth, but all will never do, reinvest
not enough they will fight to have some more, till there is just one left

on their diamond encrusted golden throne, atop mountains of cash,
in their shiny tombs, built with the blood of the common people, but it is so flash,
no one will care or know, as you sit all alone, high above,
and wither away, your wealth no trade for a heart filled with love,

thanks for reading.
kyle