I'm not a rich man

When we're afraid to die, we're told we're expensive.

When rich men are afraid to die, we're told they're indispensable.

When we're afraid of the hail of bullets that might come to our school or workplace, we're told that it's the right of everyone to have access to weapons thanks to the Constitution, and we should be nicer to the lone wolves so they don't come for us.

When rich men are afraid of a targeted hit, the shooter is called a terrorist.

When we're afraid that we won't be able to keep a job or pay the rent or buy our dinner or repair the car we're told we didn't work hard enough.

When a rich man is handed everything in life even when he's ruined everything he ever touched and has only increased his empire by buying out the competition, lying, and trading on his father's name, we're told he's a genius.

I don't know about you, but I feel like something's wrong here.

But what do I know? I am not a rich man.