Tax Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Tax

"Fifty two…" we are told
"own half of all the world."

Talk to them of the tax
raise or; add.

Fiercely they oppose…
with answer clear:
"Why to pay? "

They question and top up:
"I build and pave the roads
I plant and grow.
I own the factory, give them job.
In fact I fill their mouths.
Why should I pay again? "

Nine to five says other
so do the poor, homeless:
"The rich is leech, heartless."

What settles, what's answer?