Where are you
My middle class
You are missed
With you there was
Some semblance of
Imperfect balance
I tried to warn you
As you worshipped at the
Alter of consumerism
Praying to the capitalist prophets
Who bought your souls
For shiny trinkets and
The promise of more
Sold a false hope
Your place at the
Head of the table is
All but guaranteed to
Never happen
Leaving you outside
Fighting for scraps
With the growing number of
Poor and nearly poor
The irony in this all is
You believed your skin
Would save you
It did not
Now you too are
Ripe for radicalization
For discontent has no color
A fat animal is lazy
A desperate animal is dangerous
Which one are you?
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