A reply to the poem:

How can I question the status quo
When it is impossible to challenge it?
The system seems so rigid and controlled,
Like a ship that's stuck in a frozen pit.

How can I turn wisdom into gold
When it can't pay the bills at end of month?
The value of knowledge can't be sold
For currency that's always in the hunt.

How can I grow when I have to sacrifice
progress to survive in a capitalist society?
It's like trying to climb a hill made of ice,
Fighting against the gravity of anxiety.