random poem pt2

My mind is on lockdown

And we live in a world where peace keeps slowing down

Most of us are kings and queens with no crowns

They are trying to say we are all equal

But proceed to deport the non-legal

Then they exploit kids to extract the iPhone mineral

Same corporation that owns a sweatshop

It is the same that will ask for donations nonstop

Tired of people striving at the top

Because fuck, life circumstances are the reason they are on top

As my mom would say, the only way to reach the top is to be at the top

Social mobility is a thing

Your salary is a fling

Money is a concept that we concretize, just like marriage with a ring.