Sunday, March 1, 2015

The Underdog by The Coup

After watching the video i picture a single mother in a poverty stricken community with no means to pay the bills or feed her children because of financial difficulties. The underdog is represented by the lower class citizens having to live in dangerous and disastrous neighbors hoods because that is all the housing they could afford to live in. The circumstances and consequences that come with poverty make the families who are poor really hard for them to break free from their situation. Poverty gets carried on generation by generation, it is because the same cycle repeats itself. Education is not placed as a high priority when the hunger drives individuals crazy when they stay awake at night because their stomachs are growling for food. Parents are constantly stressed with making ends meet to try and provide for their children while not showing their emotions so they seem strong to others. The they in the lyrics are the individuals who are free from such poverty problems but choose to ignore helping the lower class citizens with their struggles because they believe that the poor are poor because they are useless. The upper class assume that the poor can easily get out of poverty by getting a job but instead their just a bunch of lazy pot heads that just sit in their homes collecting welfare checks. However, they can’t see the single mother with two children, struggling to pay rent because she didn’t get a degree that would allow her a job with the enough income to support her family. They choose to ignore and not understand the stories of difficulties and struggle that their fellow citizens are facing, so they treat them as someone bellow them so they don’t have to associate with them. What is significant to me and touches me is that there are hungry and poverty stricken people so close to us yet we don’t take the effort to lend a helping hand. We need to put ourselves in their shoes because if one day I end up in poverty I would want someone to come and assist me instead of ignoring me like a plastic bag on the side walk that gets walked passed. 

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