Life on the Bottom Rung
The fight to survive
A short poem
Living life on the bottom rung,
Playing on the other side of the game,
No matter how hard I try to run,
No getting ahead in this lane,
Just sweat and grit and hoping for
Another chance to break through the door,
When I know it is just how it is.
Life run from the sound of the gun,
To the last hours of a long day,
I might be ahead a tiny sum,
But there is no possible way,
Just not in the cards for me,
No wins in the lottery,
Not enough chips left to play.
Where are the social safety nets?
Where is the compassion, the lifting up of our fellow human beings?
Do we watch them struggle under the financial, mental, spiritual and emotional burdens of life? Why?
This, to me, is the core of social justice.
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This is a powerful poem, Bob, filled with meaning. Many of us have been on that bottom rung or know someone who has.
Who pays? Did you know only 47.3 percent of American households pay any federal tax. In 1970, all 100 percent of households paid some small amount for government. Who did this?