poem 226

Home, two children alone 

while rush hour consumes

the time wishing to give

Now to tired to stand

or give thought

at the times, that never shine

50 hours a week 

on a pay so weak

Then the rich kids 

just steal it all back*

Laughing, calling it heaven sent

Complain, they show you pain

while inflation consumes 

the wage wishing to save

Now to tired to stand

or give thought 

at the times, that never shine

50 hours a week 

on a pay so weak

Then the rich kids 

just steal it all back 

Laughing, calling it heavens sent

*tax (only the poor), backing crisis, inflation,  war, privatisation, religion, inflated rent