The Irony Of My Society Poem by RIC BASTASA

the liars are well placed on their high thrones
the incompetents and the misfits dancing on their undeserved success,

the filthy rich have power
the leaders corrupted

and yet we pray to the same God
and yet we receive the blessings from the same God.

meanwhile, the innocent ones are convicted and electrocuted
meanwhile the poor gets to become as poorer as they were once

evil reigns and there seems to be no end to this,
the good ones starve and have fears for breakfast
the bad eggs hatch and fed and pampered.