Theres graffiti
Of an unknown poet
Hastily scratched
Upon the wall
The young voices
Raised in anger
Demanding
The system fall.
In a world run
By rich and old men
The dynasties
Still alive today
The youth are not
Your profit makers
Nor your slaves
Theyve turned away.
Now as benefits
To be cut
To stop wages
Having to rise
Families struggle
To feed their kids
While society
It declines.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments8
So it seems that all have to pay dues to raise and in this process some fall to the bottom. The old question of is Robbin Hood a hero or villain come up and depends upon which side of the fence one is on. A wonderful write that makes one think which side of the fence one is on. Well done Norman
thanks, much appreciated
I love this one Norman. "Rich old men" who can afford 36m pound donations. The last stanza really hits home too. Brilliantly written 👏
- Syd 🍄
Thanks my friend, always much appreciated, as for the 36m donation..A DISGRACE
Power and wealth are not the exclusive domain of old age ...
That is true friend, but those at end of life seem to want control of the young, thanks for read Lorenz much appreciated
Such a sharp and honest piece with well-suited plain language. 🙏🏻🕊️
thanking you, much appreciated my friend
Most welcome, friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Norman, this hit hard! The anger is raw, justified, and aimed squarely at a system that protects wealth while ordinary families suffer. Powerful write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you my friend, the social order needs changing after centuries of injustice, much appreciated
A fine write N. Graffiti on that bus shelter. You still waiting there on your birthday!? Good wishes.
Thanks, yes party at the bus stop, 70 candles I am out of breath lol
lol.
I'll pay this one - the plea for sicial juatice is the tight theme throughout.
thanks much appreciated friend
Very true words Norman but there is enough in this world for all but those in control do not care.
Andy
that is true my friend, how much do they really need ? thanks and much appreciated
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