Capitol Gains Poem by Christan Bowen

growing grass breaking through
concrete and the heat
all the poor, making do
while the elected take their seat

do I, the ignored, have any options
can we ever judge the elite
if we cannot line up to stop them
we can only know defeat

a man has chains that he must carry
for him, there is no respite
and until he's dead and buried
this will be his plight

a promise made and a promise broken
a land that has been plundered
the capitol that has never opened
doors for those pulled under

we cannot win but we must prevail
if life will have a hope
for this is just the same old tale
of bones and hearts that broke