Americans think inequality
Of income is a passing phase.
We don’t approach it as a polity
Because we stumble in a daze
Promototed by the corporations,
Evangelized by their foundations:
Avowing we can all be rich.
And so we work at fever pitch
Increasingly creating value
Which let’s them nail us to their cross
Of hoping one day we’ll be boss.
Insidious how they corral you.
We, lifelong, give them all we’re worth,
Then, meekly, we inherit earth.