Breadline

Scrap of bread Scallop sea Concrete block Lush greenery Family strain On empty grain Tired eyes Body frail Work at dawn Yet no avail Earth divided Spinning yarn Stretched directions Pulled apart.

Designer

Handbag highlight Rose gold glow Studded with diamonds High heeled show Beach gold sand In the palm of your hand Social elite Fight to compete Class no entry Fallen gentry.

Money

I wish people could notice Look up and see That most don’t have money So life isn’t free They say you don’t need it While I disagree Because the world rules on money Ruling out poverty .