nepotism

Life's not fair,
unless you're an heir.
We learn that while we're young.
The rules are set
by the teacher's pet,
and blondes always have more fun.
Nepotism's rife
in a world of strife
& we're told to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps.
Yet oldest son
glides to number one
and the rest of us fight for the scraps.
We fuss and we fight
for the little that's right
while the richest look down and laugh,
they separate some,
decided who's smart or who's dumb,
to them we're just wheat or we're chaff.
But whatever we are -
they set the bar
and decide what to do with us all
because thanks to the system
they don't have to listen
and so silent, the rest of us fall.