The Social Classes

The Social Classes I tried to measure my individual status Against this worlds benchmark Pondering on common open remarks Researching from newspapers And listening to the media Learning from decades of history Some of those events remain a mystery Trying to unfold the logic Of the class differences in today’s modern society Upper Class, Upper Class my foot These are merely wealthy tycoons Most of them born with golden spoons Luck is needed to belong to this ring Its liking flying to the moon In a hot aired balloon Or trying to sing Through a key ring Their moral obligation As a minority of the nation Is to obtain the best and most expensive education They make damn well sure Mechanisms are in place to differentiate And ensure infinity of inequality Like ownership of earths land Placing humans beings in separate class bands With a unique voice You could release some hit songs And become a millionaire And join the so called Socioeconomic class Beware most of these people don’t care You may never belong I am not alone I have not being blessed with this privilege I wish all social classes could just merge And unite as one Maybe we may then be able to get rid of the gun Right under your very nose Right under the sun Middle Class, Middle Class This is the centre Of confusion for the masses The obvious gap between the rich and the poor Here there is everything to live and die for Hardworking families with two incomes Dreaming of a random lucky lottery storm Middle class people are so vain Everyone striving for prestigious and wealthy gains You are judged by your looks and your lifestyle You are judged by what you wear from a lengthy mile If you are making a considerable racket In the labour market You are always adored People will always laugh at your dry jokes and never get bored As an individual One of my chances as usual To improve my status in this class is Societies and clubs Where my expectations Could be me met If I have contacts To the people in the right positions This is the common norm One you must conform To be accepted Lower Class Lower Class Some of these people Play quite skilful jazz These are the lowest of the lot The group everyone has simply forgot Drug addicts, beggars and the homeless Those whose situation is inevitably hopeless Permanent consistent hardship They are on an isolate platform Constantly hungry looking raw boned Many resorting to liquor and weed To get highly stoned Prayers are voiced in each days struggle Pleading knowingly for a quick miracle The Society’s Social classes What unites us all? Life! © Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005