Money, what is its value?
Can you have equality
when there’s money?
Where whores sell themselves.
But yet their wealth
Is higher than mine.
We poor constantly exploited
But yet the rich don’t care.
I drink,
I write,
But yet every day I return to this, shit hole.
We poor work
and make more money for the rich.
How is this fair?
It’s not.
But who hears our cries?
No one.
We are as a disease,
Avoided at all cost.
Ghost Cat
