The Rich

The rich they are different from you and me From an early age prosperity is all they see, They see financial reports while we sing a hymn It truly does something to them. They cook with butter while we use lard They become soft while we become hard, They are very suspicious while we are very trusting And they see and think of us as disgusting. They play and sing while you and I work We learn to laugh and smile, they learn to give a smirk, They don't ever toil or are taught to work to earn They are always given whatever they wish for or yearn. Unless you are born with that silver spoon You learn to help others very soon, The rich don't ever have blisters upon either hand Unless you're rich, they are difficult to understand. They think in their heart that they are better than everyone They are the money, and they think also the brains and the brawn, Just because they had inherited or was given their wealth While we discovered compensations of life for ourself. On golden roads they believe only they should walk Of leaned degrees and of philosophy only they should talk, And when war is seen on land, or sea, or in the sky They believe the poor and not the rich, should serve and die. When the rich suffer or have lost all that they own When they sink in the mud and then they too begin to moan, They will look at you and me and then they begin to cuss They still think and believe that they are stll better than us. The rich want to be praised and worshiped like royalty They want and demand a hundred percent loyalty, Their belief and way of life they will not ever change; The rich indeed are very greedy, and also very strange. Randy L. McClave