Social Justice Poetry

Disconnected | A Social Justice Poem by Guy Farmer

Lounging in their
Obscene mansions,
Completely disconnected
From the plight of their
Very own employees
Who struggle to make
Ends meet, to pay for the
Most basic of necessities:
Inexpensive food,
A one-bedroom apartment
For six people, utilities,
Public transportation.
At the top,
They don’t seem to care;
They never have to shop
In their own stores,
Or rub shoulders with
Anyone toiling to
Barely survive day to day;
People become nothing,
Figures on a balance sheet.

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