Poem Collection

High Society

You want to control us

That's how you made us revolutionists

You want us to  be silent

And not to be raising our fists

You successfully controlled people before

But you can't control us

We don't fall for your tricks

You're not someone we can trust

For you it's only important

How much money we make

You'd never care about 

How our hearts ache

We hurt ourselves 

Until we bleed

Cause you control us

To the point that we can't breathe

In your world

It's okay to take drugs

Except if you're not rich

Your opinion on this sucks

In your opinion

Drinking is fine

But not if it's cheap beer

Only if it's expensive wine

High Society could buy themselves out of jail

To fuck whoever they want

While innocent poor people can't

You blame them for everything

Instead of giving them a place to go

Cause for you that type of "high society"

Is too low

As long as they don't make millions of dollars

You torture them

Cause the ring they wear

Doesn't have one single gem

But believe it or not, they don't choose to live this life

So help them at least a little bit

Instead of stabbing them with your diamond knife.

This poem is all about money. Money and how much it is worth, money and how it affects society, money and those who have it or don't have it. And the problems that come with and without the money.