Undercurrents

I'm glad I'm not like them

So privileged yet so removed

It must be nice not to worry

About your next meal

Or working till your bones

Have turned to dust

But I now something

That you don't know

It is pride

And the ultimate price

Is our lives

Some of use pay

It all up front

So we succumb to undertow

That flood waters are here

Scratching at your basement door

Ain't it funny

When all is clear

It's too late to turn and run

So you're too smart

To follow the flow

Succumb to undertow