I Wonder Poem by Joseph Anderson

Do our preachers in their pulpits
With expansion plans to nurse,
Strive earnestly to save our souls,
Or seek to grab our purse?

Our doctors, bound by ancient oath,
Are our choice of live or die
And they keep cutting wider slabs,
Of our dwindling money pie.

Some lawyers give but little heed,
To one's innocence, or guilt;
The monetary gain they chase,
Is how their case is built.

The merchants, lenders, landlords all
Pursue us every day;
They lure us with their falsities
And then extract their pay.

I wonder as I wander on
This capitalistic road;
Perhaps some day, perhaps some way,
We'll ease this heavy load.