The Gift of Wealth

 The greatest country to ever exist,
Built on the backs of giants.
Where many are hungry
And most don't have enough.

A country blessed
By the gift of wealth,
Unending days,
Nights without stars,
Work that goes on forever.

A few live in towers
Built of glass and steel.
Directing our lives
As a conductor would an orchestra,
They demand we work endlessly
Or else die homeless and alone.

They allow us to live,
Only asking that we give them
Everything we make.

Some look at our country
Blessed with wealth and prosperity,
And say it is little more than a prison
Where the crime is being born
And the punishment is unending, ceaseless toil.

The citizen's don't agree.
They are blessed, they say,
To be able to work for wages
That can't even cover bills. 
So long as they work, they know their lives have meaning.
To be unable to work, 
They say,
Is a fate worse than death.