Just another brick in the wall

Born in the company of privilege, he knows no reason to be poor;

no matter what life serves to him there was always a way to get more.

So learned to look down on the 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 filled with suck plenty, there is no reason to be in need;

they constantly put their grubby hand out; begging, expecting a free feed.

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 that he’s worked for his fortune (though most of it came from his dad)

and he knew that the others were lazy, 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.”

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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