Not Equal

R Randy McClave Randy McClave
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We are not all equal he did say As he gets down on his knees to pray, The very same God we still worship He says without a thought or a quip. He worked very hard for all that he does own But, he still hates and he still does moan He screams that he deserves where he is in life And he doesn't care about anyone else's strife. I will not give to the poor or the needy a penny Money or help from me they don't deserve any And they should not be helped with our taxes They should all work, or get the axes. He had two good parents and his town had jobs From hunger or doing without he never heard the sobs, He shouts he will never assume someone else's debt As Jesus had done, without pain or regret. Randy L. McClave

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