The chain link fence
Threatens freedom
Keep out signs
Stop people dreaming
Know your place
Work for nothing
Just pay your bills
The state needs feeding.
Cameras litter
Every street and road
Movement monitored
Young and old
Step by step
God forbid
A peasant has more
Than he needs to live.
The elite who rule
Can never have enough
Empire building
To leave in trust
To their offspring
To then rule again
Over the people
Nose to grindstone.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Capitalism at its best (worst). Empires built on dead men's bones and passed on fortunes. Corruption rules and he that dies with the most toys wins. A good read
thanking you
Most welcome
An interesting poem poem written about the flaws of capitalism and those that lead it. Its a very unfair fact of capitalism that the rich get rich and the poor get poorer.
sadly you are correct, thanks for reading much appreciated
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