Bailout My Soul Poem by Matt Mondschein

My soul, is now empty
I know not, what to think
of this demise from, the rich and greedy
Shame on you all, forgettin' the poor and needy

The human spirit will still, soar on through
Although the poor are forgotten
oh my, thats' me and you

It's not that your poor
with your money machines
printing what ceo's need
more of the green

For we are in a worldy mess
never were poor mentioned
as Dylan once spoke
this so called rich American society
is but a joke