Poetry | Michael Deabold
We all want what we don’t deserve.
We live in a world of self absorbed people.
Distrustful, as they have eyes through a keyhole.
Their shallow place turns into an arms race.
Desensitized by the promise of success.
And whatever can bring them big business.
The winners are now losers.
When their ethics are across the board.
We all play the game.
But we don’t live the same.
Power is mighty and overhangs like a shadow.
Money lines the structure of life.
Those who struggle show true colors.
At the bottom is where you find real people.