Loopholes

 

Bank vault island paradise,

property market price rise.

Profit over morals,

theft of our rights.

Riches stored,

bending the law.

Just sitting there,

undeclared.

No care for the poor,

or help to restore.

 

Loopholes to hide behind,

profit goals underlined,

blind to the needs of humankind.

Their only care,

numbers in the air,

digits that declare

that a billionaire is here.

 

Austerity measures

tower over like a bad dream,

yet the building

is just a tax avoidance scheme.

Scrimping and scraping,

just to survive.

Whilst the rats

huddle together and thrive.

So that the rich stay richer,

whilst the rest of us

wither in the grave much quicker.

 

We're in this together,

except we're not really, are we?

For most of us

don't have a private island

complete with deep blue sea.

Nor a yacht

that we will never sail upon,

just to show our status and wealth.

Yet it’s us that must pay,

not the ones that hide their billions

with stealth.

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.