A desperate husband robs a store
And now he’s locked away
He tried to keep his family fed
To live another day
He took a chance and pressed his luck
But luck itself crapped out
His wife and kids will have it tough
Of that there’s little doubt
Eviction’s coming, power’s out
There’s only bread to eat
When roaches pack and move upstairs
It hints of pure defeat
It’s right here in America
Land of milk and honey
Where immigrants and aliens
Get all the new tax money
That family now is on the street
Unable to make rent
One re-established immigrant
Just bought the mom a tent
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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Comments (2)
See, that's the thing. Why wanna get married or have kids when there is not enough money to support the family?
Wow, you have tremendous compassion, Earl.