I find it outrageous That the people who work the hardest Earn the least How can am man survive in the world with empty pockets My pockets are my lifeline And I am flatlining In need of life support In need of economic salvation But instead I am in starvation Food is not a priority at times Hunger is barely an option How can I survive in such conditions My life is a miracle A mystery even to me A broke man still on his feet. How can there be peace in heaven When there is chaos on earth Disruption in the system Of bosses and workers But we are actually Slave masters and slaves The masters are the leeches And the workers are the hosts Sucked for everything they have Their time,energy and hardwork I have been sucked dry My spirit has been crushed Destroyed and pounder to the ground Let the earth swallow me For I am the ground walked on by the rich. I am powerless in the eyes of my son He knows that I am no provider He knows the system Has taken its toll on me He has no hope in me I am no care taker I cannot take care of my own son He needs his mother And he has the best one His mother is a true warrior The true shoulder to lean on Her constancy is unquestionable She is a real superhero She never let's him down A remarkable woman With an astonishing income The day she took him away Was the day I failed Not only  in fatherhood But also in life I lost the one thing I had left I lost my pride I had more humiliation than humility At the sight of his departure I am in shambles Damaged beyond repair A poor man who will never go anywhere Now what am I A man with no responsibility A man who is suppressed In a system that could not care less A man whose pockets are unattractive Seen as a joke A man who lost his son Because capitalism won