When we smell trouble
we send the poor
and they go to war
I do not think this is fair
The rich need to grow some balls
They have the minds to send us in
Why can't they go themselves
You won't find any recruiting offices
in Beverly Hills or on 5th Avenue
They are only in poor areas
Because the rich think they have more to loose
Is a life a life
Doesn't every life have it's purpose
Quite frankly
the rich are the ones with more cars that pollute the earth
and they buy more things and create more waste
Their houses are bigger
which means they take more trees to build
Why can't they go
They use the poor as if it were a renewable resource
When we smell trouble
we send the poor
and they go to war
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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