Inside Out Poem

Inside Out

What to do with the working classes

Bring some hope to the jerking masses

Does it make money, then it passes

But evil comes quick like lightning flashes

The cries in my ear, denying my fear

Screaming for someone just trying to hear

Listen with your heart, not with the money chart

Wealth here will expire, except when it’s in art

Love is our teacher, our heart is the preacher

Guiding us, providing just light for the seeker

We all need support, so greed let’s abort

All the riches we have fall far short

I’ve heard of the poor with painted shoes on their feet

I’ve read of the war and tainted food that they eat

Never hesitating to share their sorrow

Their desperation could be mine tomorrow

Keep my heart pure, pride do I swallow

As waters are rising, in the tide do I wallow

Water washing pure my sins which I’m sure will not win

Now I’m all in