The Price Of Eggs Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The moment of not going back
Was when they made fun of those concerned about the price of eggs

The moment of no further support, no possible support
Was when they gaslit those worried about the price of eggs

"The price of eggs doesn't matter. You must protect a right that only affects a few niche voters and protect the right to declare war eternally"

The price of living does not matter to those sipping champagne with investment parasites, stock market leeches
They lied about your concern about working people and They poopoo'ed the concerns of working people because they can afford the price of eggs, the price of milk, the price of steak, and the price of everything else

And that is what you get with capitalism
Inflation is the wake of the destructive behemoth that floods lives and swamps cities
Swamping lives with debt, drowning lives with debt

Your quality of life is destroyed but this was no natural disaster
Now you listen to those who pretend to be on your side and wear 1,000 dollar suits and make expensive deals with foreign nations on the side to line their own pockets

But the voters have found their hiding place
Where they remain blissfully uncaring and concealed from the price of eggs
The people who work hard shatter their bourgeois dissembling, their offensive denials of the rising cost of living