Colin F. Jones

THE WAY IT IS

~ 1 ~

We express our thoughts, seek yet to blame
Each other for our ill got shame,
But while we talk and relish gain,
It is all of us, who must share the pain.
Who have the most do share the least,
Who for their table kill the beast,
Yet the famished poor have now increased,
While the affluent people gorge the feast.
There has always been the rich and poor,
There has always been peace and war,
And great eruptions in the store,
To fuel the nature of the core,
While some express their sense of dread,
Others keep on forging straight ahead.

~ 2 ~

It is from the tower whence he looks,
(To where he climbed through barbs and hooks)
Upon the lesser man of gain,
Who scorns him for his hard won fame.
He is aware that his servitude,
Is not like the poorer mans, so crude,
And that he cannot demean himself,
By displaying not his greater wealth.
For there needs to be a rich and poor,
If only for the lesser to keep striving for,
For all men were never made the same,
Though fools might make this feeble claim,
For every link in every chain,
Will rust according to its deign.