Billionaires

Fists clenched tight around their hoards
While the masses wait for the excess to trickle down.
Instead they build bigger storehouses,
Lining the pockets of the ones who prop them up
By robbing Peter and Paul to pay Herod.
Some are still convinced they deserve it all
While the chasm between us grows wider and wider.
They offer up poor Lazarus as a sacrifice
For daring to look too longingly at the rich man's table.

So many woes and cares;
God save the billionaires!
Holding the weight of the hopes and dreams
Of those foolish enough to believe someday they might be like them,
Refusing to believe they have a right to say
What other people ought to do with their money
While the rich continue to shape policies
That dole out an abundance of subsidies
And tax breaks to line their own pockets,
Slashing the pittance reserved
For the widow, the orphan, and the foreigner in our midst.

"For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?"