Inner City Crisis

In Baltimore and Ferguson and so many more,

The poor inner cities are rotten to the core.

They riot and protest, and march in a group,

They’re just being “porch monkeys” right off the stoop.

But wait just a minute, there’s more to the story,

But facing some facts is to some, quite contrary.

The establishment doesn’t give a hoot for the poor,

Just stick ‘em in a corner and quick close the door.

Cut taxes for the rich and pay off your cronies,

Cut back on food stamps and welfare for families.

Abortion and birth control are god’s abomination,

And no need for Johnny to get an education. 

One percent of our nation holds forty percent of the wealth,

The middle class is dying, such a deal they’ve been dealt.

The rich are busting unions and any collective bargaining,

Paying a living wage to them is alarming.

Capitalism can’t last; they’ll run out of buyers,

For all of their cell phones, and IPads and tires.

In time there will only be the rich and the poor,

And no one to carry their stuff out the door.  

The cops are in the middle, just doing their job,

Trying to keep the peace, face to face with the mob.

They represent the “establishment” in uniforms of blue,

Often times wishing their bosses had a clue.

The rioting won’t stop with rubber bullets and mace,

No progress can be made by keeping “them” in their place.

The rich getting richer, the poor not so much,

Today’s politicians are so out of touch.  

Ken Ferguson