Theres cheap food
For the poor
That the supermarkets
Throw away
And a queue
Thats lasts forever
In a defeated people
Now on show.
Those in power
Feel no shame
In their bubble
Of luxury and fame
Unlike those in line
With children to feed
Who work every hour
Or those forced to steal.
So government builds
More prisons
Their iron fist
To crime
Without ever asking why
Statistics
Rise
And rise.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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A great poem about social problems and the response to them with out prevention or even concern for their cause. Well done
appreciated, thanking you
The parabellum of the good psychopath. Failure is your fault, not the system's. The poor are the problem; it's all their fault. The elderly. The terrorists. I need a good enemy to cover up my lies. Thank you so much for sharing. Sorry for the long comment. Best regards.
perfectly summed up thank you, as always appreciated
This is an unfotunate side effect of an unjust world. Your words expained it beautifully with perfect imagery and rhythm. Its a very truthful write.
very kind of you, appreciated and many thanks
Agape love is the way of give this world is the way of get.
so true, thanking you
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