Sitting by an open fire with glass of wine in hand
Watching multi – coloured flickering flames, thinking this is a grand –
Way to spend an evening in total relaxation
While the world outside continues to suffer from so called starvation
You would imagine from news bulletins and reading newspaper headlines
That the world was going down the tubes if it didn’t meet certain deadlines
But then you switch on the evening news – watch them arrive like movie stars
These leaders of “bankrupt” countries, arriving in rather swanky cars
They are meeting at some palace, dining on sumptuous food
With never a thought of the lower class, how can they be so (c) rude?
Simple really when you think of it – its scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours
Pay them lip service pretend you care – they’ll lap it up the silly wh**es
Years of practice at lining those pockets made of silk
While all the time, all they think of is who else can we milk?
And then there are those in the building trade (not all)
Sitting in their ivory towers counting monies they have made –
Out of building ghost towns without planning permission or so the story goes
Leaving the poor innocent again with a lot more than a bloody nose
Then there are those in pin stripes – the untouchables it seems
Who will haunt us for our last few bob – shatter all our dreams?
Also there are the drug barons – dangerous games they continue to play
As they continue to covet their opponents patch – while innocent lives decay.
8th May 2013