RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: THE GREAT DIVIDE
Curse of the Privileged Class
The curse of the privileged class
Is that they assume privilege will last
Beyond the day after tomorrow
The grief behind the endless sorrow
Something that could only be
An eternal plague on humanity
The privileged class will assume
All other classes will be doomed
To fall and implode in a blast
The tragedy in which they’re cast
Gets lost in a cloud of dust
A memory that yields to rust
At the end of long lost day
It’s a script they would not play
An echo of a discordant song
Each note somehow seems wrong
Then it collapses in a feeling of fear
As the inevitable inevitably draws near
The privileged class will expire
Consumed in a burning rage of fire
Their vaunted status gone and done
All their battles lost and won
Their curse is to be forgotten
A legacy shriveled and rotten
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