Spinning

 

Spinning

Disgrace is the only word appropriate

For the wealthiest country in the world

Casting it’s poor to the streets

Many Americans work 2 and 3 jobs

And still don’t have enough to eat

 

Trying to dig their way out of a hole

That has gotten too steep

The bootstrap climb is a fading dream

It’s rotten from the inside out

And bursting at the seams

 

Those devoid of logic

Fill their empty expectations with fantasy

They keep on chasing the come up

That’s let them down

 

While looking towards the sky

With options that only afford the ground

Many find solace in the promise of tomorrow

As the world keeps spinning round

Love always, Esha ❤