Quarters For Dollars

Such change made
for poor unheard souls.
That hope exchanged
for faith and promise.

Such promise made
for promise lands
and working class hands
that pave our way to
the top.

Such hope made
hopeless by unchecked
power under our glass roof.
Don't throw stones.

We raised that dark face
to the highest place
to watch over and guide
us to nothing.

Change is made like
quarters for dollars
and pennies for dimes.
So little, so cheap
the couch would starve.

Do what you said you would
and ask not of us to follow
for black sheep is still a sheep
with no shepherd.