Hypocrisy of Aristocracy

Blue blood drains the source of its reign
From the ones it aims to subjugate and oppress
Leeching off the spoils of labored pain
Crowned with negligent ignorance
Off of our life’s strife
They feast
While we stress
Greed feeds the needs of
These self titled robber Barons,
Kings and Duchesses

Our commoners blood watered the seeds
My great grandpap, Dad, to my two sons
And me
Tamed, through toil, this earthen soil
Still
No deed I leave of land
To benefit any of my grands, yet,
The only evidence of inheritance
Passed down by genes
From their breed of royalty
Is six fingers on each hand

My friends and neighbors
Trod like skeletons
Our children are so starved
They nod to you,
And food from garbage,
With same sad reverence
And, yet still, you live in need

No person of station should walk with pride
Flaunting their opulence and riches
Among the poor of its nation
Believing God granted them more relevance
Up with the people
Down with the monarchs
I will never apologize for stealing bread
From the mouths of the decadent