Who Took My Bread And Butter Poem by Poetic Sky

In the land of plenty,
where freedom's our right
who took my bread and butter,
and left me in the night
a thief in the shadows,
with a heart full of spite
stole from the many,
and left the few in flight
their hunger and struggle,
a cry to the skies
as they search for answers,
and wonder why they can't rise
above the poverty line,
where bread and butter abide
and justice is served,
with a fair and equal tide.