Born in the company of privilege, he knows there’s no need to be poor;
no matter what life was to serve you there was always a way to get more.
So he learned to look down on poor folk, those who would not earn their pay
and he knew in his heart it was their fault; ’twas them who’d chosen that way.
In a world that was so full of plenty, there was no reason they were in need;
they constantly put their grubby hand out; begging, the ultimate greed.
But he never will walk in their footsteps to experience where they belong;
why would he when he knows for certain, they’re there ‘cos they just aren’t strong.
And he knows he’s worked for his fortune (though most of it came from his Dad)
and he knew that the others were lasy, his god Mammon, said they were bad.
You can argue all day with rich folk but their ‘logic’ won’t crumble or fall
because in the words of a great one they’re “Just another brick in the wall.”