The Welcomed and The Unwelcomed
Posted: July 30th, 2010, 7:20 pm
This is my poem on how one gets treated when one is rich or poor. Based on my experiences.
A rich man in a poor man's house is always welcome-
A velvet carpet he will have unrolled for him.
No matter how unpleasant he may be or how galsome,
The poor man's house, with sheepish smiles will always brim.
A rich man in a poor man's land is always greeted-
A fat and burly tourist dollar notes will wave,
And with supreme respect by natives he'll be treated;
Each one is set to do his will just like a slave.
A poor man's daughter will a rich man marry
No matter how ugly, old or fat the man may be.
A lovely maiden, tender as a fairy
To wed the blimp with pleasure will agree.
But in a rich man's home a poor man isn't wanted;
With squeamish grimaces he' ll be received
And treated like a dog, and taunted,
And out the door he lastly will be heaved.
A poor man in a rich man's country isn't cherish't,
As one unworthy leper he will be address't,
And so that he may not from hunger perish,
Hard, dirty work he'll do at scornful men's behest.
A rich man's daughter will scrunch up her features
If ever she may face a poor man's son.
Although handsome, a subhuman creature
He'll be to her, a serf whom she must shun.
And thus, depending on your social status
The people will be treating you on Earth.
Respect is something you will not get gratis:
It just depends on your financial worth.
A rich man in a poor man's house is always welcome-
A velvet carpet he will have unrolled for him.
No matter how unpleasant he may be or how galsome,
The poor man's house, with sheepish smiles will always brim.
A rich man in a poor man's land is always greeted-
A fat and burly tourist dollar notes will wave,
And with supreme respect by natives he'll be treated;
Each one is set to do his will just like a slave.
A poor man's daughter will a rich man marry
No matter how ugly, old or fat the man may be.
A lovely maiden, tender as a fairy
To wed the blimp with pleasure will agree.
But in a rich man's home a poor man isn't wanted;
With squeamish grimaces he' ll be received
And treated like a dog, and taunted,
And out the door he lastly will be heaved.
A poor man in a rich man's country isn't cherish't,
As one unworthy leper he will be address't,
And so that he may not from hunger perish,
Hard, dirty work he'll do at scornful men's behest.
A rich man's daughter will scrunch up her features
If ever she may face a poor man's son.
Although handsome, a subhuman creature
He'll be to her, a serf whom she must shun.
And thus, depending on your social status
The people will be treating you on Earth.
Respect is something you will not get gratis:
It just depends on your financial worth.