We’ve got politicians
who are mad as hatters
The struggling are often trampled
while the fat cats get fatter,
and many turn a blind eye
like it doesn’t matter
By: J.N.R Dutton
Tag: poverty
Sharecropper’s Son
He was born in a log cabin
in nineteen hundred & ten
He lived there as an infant & then
He grew up on a sharecropper’s farm,
a sharecropper’s wage never stretched very far,
He was a child with a heart of iron & grit
never complained, not a single bit
He had a great work ethic,
took any job he could get,
worked even when he was sick,
It also didn’t hurt that he was smart as a whip
At the end of the day, all his slaving away,
lifted his family out of poverty’s grip
By: J.N.R Dutton
New Poem
He would work if he could, he’s really tried,
his body is broken and that daily grieves his mind
Ignorant people scream and shout,
shaming him for taking a hand out,
but what they call a hand out
He takes as a hand up,
A much needed lifeline
since things have been rough
something he can use
not just to survive
but to invest in his future, and
to build a better life
One day they may find out
What it’s like to need help too…
Before casting stones at the struggling
Walk a mile in their shoes,
Please, dear ones, remember…
it could easily be you
By: J.N.R Dutton
California Nightmare (Poem)
Let me tell you about the flip-side
of the California dream
It’s not all glitz & glamour
like is portrayed on T.V.
Housing is expensive there,
and there is rampant poverty
There are homeless, addicts, and panhandlers
walking the streets
I was only there for a little while
but I can’t forget what I’ve seen
More attention needs to be drawn
To this tragedy, this state of emergency
By:J.N.R Dutton
