Crumbling his existence continues to be.
Every day trying to flee from this poverty.
The king has announced another decree,
That if you're continuing to live
You must pay a higher fee
Far as they are concerned,
This bread & wine is somehow divine,
And they need to feed the learned
Who only care of themselves,
Feeling above the common man
It's time we all take a stand...
(C) Richard Rowell 2002
Common Man is one of my oldest poems, written when I was not yet 14 years old. It's a poem about how the rich are getting richer, and know something the common among us don't, which the elite use against us.The theme is basically taking a stand against elitism.
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