The poor and the Poor man is Dead (poem)

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The Poor Man and the Poor Man is Dead

Life below the city lights, ghostly streets,
A Poor mans lot, old, decrepit,
quater smile, day old donuts and newfound cigarette butts,
and two sets of reality.
The Poor Man and the Poor Man is Dead.

Only to a gutter-wrenched heart of angels past,
Divisions always moving forward,
awaiting from beaming lighting souls.
The poor man and Poor Man is Dead.

Within the cold veins of human kind,
akin of still, yet, unmoved rocks.
Skyscraper swelling sterile maids, spoiled food,
and vicious, vain holdings.
The Wealthy Man and the Wealthy Man is alive.

Hardly in the innocence of the cradle of light,
yet no ttuth save dark lies,
savage bullet-like blood, thou' hearts of no conscience
The Wealthy Man and the Wealthy Man is alive.

Empty as baneful souls,
moronic minds
of shredded paper,
currency of no shame,
and endless crooked dice,
The Wealthy Man and the Wealthy Man is alive

So to who brings war torn neighborhoods from afar"
Not of course
that Poor Man.
Only if the coins were souls.
The Wealthy Man and the Wealthy Man is alive
The Poor Man and the Poor Man is Dead.

by Kevin Robert Casey

[75SadienGypsy1968]

1. The Poor Man and the Poor Man is Dead

SOUNDS LIKE POOR PEOPLE GETTNG KILLED FOR BUSH AND HIS WEALTHY BENEFACTORS.