Upward - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

Upward

Her income stagnant
For so many years,
Cost of everything
Increasing.

Productivity is up,
Gloat the people
At the top,
Their income rising.

All the money
Flowing upward,
Everyone else
Spiralling downward.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer