Reign, Reign, Go Away

The people have spoken; They’re not pleased –

They feel as if they’re not worthy.

The people are hopeless as their voices cease.

The people who reign are blind to the hurting.

The common person, the 99 percent,

smiles and suffers in strange ways.

High above, from where rain is sent,

an elite person creates the maze.

High on top is a life of comfort,

a place only some can go.

High on top, away from the dirt,

thunder reigns down to and fro’.

Under your reign, you create the poor

that leaves people asking for more.