The weeds get much success
for little to nothing
everything handed to them through
their bloodline connections
on a silver platter
The wheat toil in the dirt
and fret for their lives
slaving away for Mammon and Baal
Slaving away for the pharaohs
who never lift a finger
who are always playing the blame game
No privledge,
Just grueling work,
hard lives;
sweat and blood