Capitalism, Be Not Proud
Economy prospers, silent, embellished
With blood of those, who dwell in lower rungs,
Surviving, but dead. From their graves lavished
Lifestyle of the elite, stands apex. Things
Like life, easy to relish, when no famished
Kids await touch of life, when enfeebled
Parents don't await death, to end up perished
Like songs never heard, wings clutched, bridled.
Too much for few, while so many starve every night.
Aversive trumpets of rich, make them dance.
But there exist exceptions, who give small fight,
Manage to be kind, when life abandons them chance.
Capitalism, be not proud, do know this,
Even poor hearts can share, can love. God's bliss.