3 - Wealthy Man's Thought Poem by Luke Hawkins

3.3rd in my collection
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PLEASE NOTE:
I have created this poem towards a collection
meaning it is a continuation from a 'poor man's
thought'. This is not how i think or feel towards poverty
it is simply another viewpoint for my poetry
collection. Character based.
Please read my others 1-6 for the collection
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I am immovable.
Surrounded by depths of scavengers,
not ones flying high
but ones searching low.
I deserve better…

Through the sun’s movement,
reflected from moonlight – you still remain.
Wrapped around shadows you live,
turning every street to darkness.

I hear your music, screeching your
life and echoing your lies,
the sound of society’s problem.
I see through, I give no sound of sympathy.

Sweat brings the scent of money.

Crawling. You infest our ways of life.
Stealing. Pitiful begging to fill
your veins with such poison.
I only notice crime.
Stop watching, do not expect and do not wait!
What I earn is not your right.
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A small poem written by me
©2010