The Top One Percent - A Sonnet Of Protest Poem by Richard St. Clair

Man's cruelty to his own kind appalls,
The Golden Rule too often is ignored,
And rule by wealth and violence of word
Echo down through time's old hallowed halls.
In many high officials, heartlessness
Is coded by the name "conservative"
Which threatens to deny all those who live
On pittances of income less and less.
Perhaps the solution lies in lawful measure
To tax the rich who from hard work do shirk,
And give to all who do the dirty work
That gives the privileged their lives of leisure.
So I call myself a steadfast socialist,
The only way for any honest jurist.