Trapped in a bubble of economic sanctity,
I watch those around me struggle.
Day after day, week after week, friends and new family.
All those who deserve better get nothing.
Trapped by a system in which they did nothing wrong.
Their cries for helped trapped in the back of their heads,
lost in the noise of daily routine,
going silent in the face of constant trouble.
I have not faced poverty, and it is not likely I ever will,
but those around me still work, and work, and work,
only to see nothing except the entrapment of poverty and
economic struggle hold them down.
Let the pervasive myth of the lazy poor be forever dispelled.
None work harder then the friends I have known for so long,
and who deserve so much better.