A poor person wants all the things they can't have, <br />A rich person laughs at all he has got, <br />Would it hurt the rich to give? <br />Or blind the poor to receive? <br />Whilst the bourgeoisie remain untouched, <br />They carry on with daily life, <br />Comfortable, earning and posessing enough to stay happy, <br />When classes are divided, <br />You see the truth emerge, <br />The poor and then the middle class are happy, <br />They have each other, <br />They appreciate life for what it is, <br />And admire the beauty and structure of the world and all its charms, <br />Whilst the rich people cannot see past the end of their noses, <br />They missed out on all the wonders of the world, <br />All because money blinds them, <br />So from this, I always say, the one truth in my head, <br />Money cannot buy you love, <br />It makes you blind instead.<br /><br />Kresta Farr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-classes-are-divided/
