Content Poem by Poemahontas Poemadonna

It's hard to be content
With no money for the rent
Being poor you're in contempt
Pay a tenth of what percent

Some events I can't prevent
When I sin I must repent
To some extent I must extend
A helping hand outside friends

Politicians getting rich
Selling wars through politics
We're needing more out of it
To the poor life's a b@$#h


So let's explore
Acknowledge it
We all endure
This counterfeit (this pile of sh! @)

Ignore the poor
Cause you're content
Unlike before
Without consent


The goal to restore
I hope you attempt
And to free the poor
All to be exempt