Wealth distribution
from poor to greedy.
An obsession,
this need for gain.
Feed for the
needy? You won't
give a grain.
Whilst we sit bottom of the heap.
Pouring our ever increasing
blood, sweat and pain.
No bread will rise,
from the tears we weep,
they stole the yeast
to keep you begging on your knees.
Keep filling their troughs
They will leave you
to the monstrous debt beast.
As you fall deeper.
Arrears, up to your ears.
Keep bowing at their feet.
Coat their cash in your tears
and imagine the feast.
Health from conception,
birth unto death. derelict acceptance
of a service left empty and bereft.
A funeral
with no casket to bury the dead,
and no nails to stick down the lids.
Just paper to keep the cracks
from showing.
Hospital bed in the overflow.
Corridor where dying people go.
Shuffle off this mortal coil
with no one to care.
forget their toil, feed for the soil,
just statistics to ignore, manipulate
and use for political warfare.
Every stumble and fall.
Bare bone skeleton teams,
no one there to answer phones.
Your call. Important, they say.
Reality is different it seems.
We will queue you up.
and some day
we may well answer your call.
Welfare in a state.
Feeding arms,
yet no one sees
the thinly disguised hate.
No one calls out the obscenities.
I shout
in a vocal minority.
Whilst the mouths of babies go empty.
Too busy fighting
to see clearly.
Eyes too bruised to clearly perceive,
what lies ahead in this season
of pain and debris.
Take from the poor and destitute,
water polluted with shit soup
but bonuses go through the roof.
And what of us.
What comes next.
A war beckons its fingers,
talk of conscription lingers
and the poor will be marched
to slaughter again.
Never learning from histories
brutal lessons.
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