The Price Tags Touches The Sky Poem by Wangchat konyak

The sky-high prices in my town,
Once it is raised never comes down;
Sellers exploit buyers without care;
Tax collectors loot from wholesalers,
The government plunder voters,
The media highlights diplomatically.
School dropouts fall prey to drugs and alcohol,
Society's moral compass in freefall.
The rich dine on gold-plated plates,
Elites live in a castle, sealed off from the fates;
While the honest man, destitute and meek,
Eats and sleeps on the street, his future bleak.
Trust in honesty, is now lost in the murk.
Blame but to whom?
We are equally liable for this chaos,
Let's not engraved the upright voice,
Let's not form another union
To measure the sky-high prices
My tiny wages won't suffice your taxes.