Laws Grind the Poor
As our eyes open on the face of joy shining,
We are at our most innocent, no sin have we known.
Nothing is beyond a child born healthy full of hope,
How sad then that we pile upon them such pressure.
Be this, do that, don’t run, don’t shout, do you want a smack?
Then independence is going in the flood of our rules.
Is not power the lack we are stealing in our demands,
When these happy little faces always share freely their love?
Then coming into the world restricted is all our choice,
For the laws keep us down, where the mighty call out orders.
No poor man declared a law to exclude someone eating,
For the rich have already seen it be set in motion.
Do not our laws preclude the weak a chance to rise,
And the poor man a chance to become independent?
All I see in the law is a protection of the wealthy,
To take more and be defended in their huge palaces.
Laws grind the poor and rich men rule the law,
But they shake their heads and I see no shame on their faces.
Because they have decided, that they have ‘rights’ to it,
Despite that others suffer loss, for them to have yet more….
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