[Poetry] Dead Presidents [Written By Dionne Saucier]
Hurry up and hustle or die from being broke.
Money is the root of all evil and we’re just the butt of the joke.
Spending our lives chasing dead presidents.
Enslaved to Ben Franks and Abe Lincs forever stuck in the mindset of a peasant.
Ignorant to the ways of society.
Trying to find a quick come up to keep from becoming a product of poverty.
Finding honor in spending their last on a designer who doesn’t even know them by name.
Choked out and washed up by materialistic things.
Believing that they’ve made it just because they feel like they’re living out the American dream.
Selling out for a dollar instead of standing out and taking pride in what it means to achieve.
Exposing the weak like an aneurysm that exploded in the brain.
Nowadays a human life doesn’t hold the same relevance that people put into a gold 10 karat watch or chain.
There has been an embezzlement of we the people.
We’re being run by a government that ensures our rights but it’s those same rights that we turn around to pay taxes on just to have a sense of freedom.