Life is like a circus full of chaos, full of madness
There are highs and lows it ebbs and flows through joyfulness and sadness
Will the cock crow three times will the mocking bird sing?
One never knows what the new dawn will bring.
For many night time can be never ending, as they lie awake pretending
Tomorrow will bring change; God is good, on You we are depending
God for us can take many forms of that there’s little doubt
It helps when we have no one else near by that might have a little clout
Someone to point us in the right direction as down the road of life we stumble
We are always bound to meet someone worse off, tell ourselves we must not grumble.
Yes life is like a circus full of clowns in pinstripe suits
Always there to slam that door while they continue in cahoots –
With those “power houses” sitting there conceiving another “evil” plan
To screw those on the lower rung woman, child and man
They tell us belts must be tightened – mine has reached the last hole
It’s not us but them that are the gambler we can’t afford another roll
It’s easy when you’re sitting there up in your ivory tower
Politicians, bankers, revenue collectors and the many more who wield power
How do you sleep at night knowing the grief you cause?
By appearing to us “underlings” to willy nilly bring in laws
Just to satisfy other fat cats who some where else are pulling strings
Who really don’t give a toss whether the cock crows as they further tighten our purse strings?
Realise this, those of you who live to aspire to power
That we “underlings” are no pushovers we can decide your final hour
So “underlings” of the world unite
Show them we are up for any fight
We can show them what is what
They never said a truer word when they said – there’s more than one way to skin a cat.
C. J. Black
20th February 2013.