NO LONGER SCARLET
I say, now stop, look back and think
Of all the times that came and went
Just thinking naught may come of it
But now you’ll be turning on the spit
The promises given, yet never meant
Made quicker than an eye can blink
A life that’s just lived without regard
For other’s welfare or means to cope
Strutting around like a pompous prig
See hurt from afar but not care a fig
Around the neck you’ll feel the rope
There’ll be no turn of a friendly card
You’ve been so adept at looking away
In your world of money and privilege
Built upon other’s hard working backs
But I’m now aware of many new facts
As others are hanging from the bridge
I have doubts that you will last the day
In some ways, I really wish you dead
A payback to the people what is due
Between all the popinjays down here
Dressed in finery, and pale with fear
You may have hope that I’ll save you
But pimpernels are not all scarlet red