Rich people like letters, poor people do not.
They bring profit to the haves, despair to the lost.
Rich people love blood, they buy it like bread.
The rest must sacrifice it on the altar of their dead.
Rich people sing songs of  summer and day light.
The losers  have dirges that are whispered at night.
This is the way  of the peoples that inhabit
a world unbalanced , shared  by  lions and rabbits.
Will the axis ever  turn,  will the  unbalanced be balanced.
or will we stay like we are  the ways never challenged
    Pat Rooney 2014