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Saturday, 10 March 2018

The Rich

If you only knew how rich the rich really are
you would turn in your grave
Scratch at the coffin lid
until your fingers bled
cry out at the top of your lungs,
but you are dead.
Nothing stirs.
An amorphous mass.
A lifeless blob.

Wait a minute.
You are alive.
Can think, reflect.
Do it!
Read, listen, look, learn.
The possibilities are endless.
The knowledge is out there.
Critical analysis should not be dead,
but alive and kicking.

© Jonathan Stainsby


Jonathan is originally, from Nottingham, and now lives in Haarlem, the Netherlands. He has been writing down his thoughts since he was 16.

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