Each morning the change is there…
bricks, concrete and steel covered in shining glas…
It keep still stealing the view here…
expensive for far to many and for the most to pass…
The rich keep calling out…
we have so little and nothing to share…
Crying out the endless greedy shout…
give us more and we create the world for the most to care…
Shining glas reflecting the truth of wealth…
How does it feel to see people without a home…
Exploiting the last of their health…
and don’t care because you roam…
Since the seventies they have increased their volume of money…
more than eighteen times and you are still standing there…
Year you get more now but have to pay more to please your honey…
it is impossible to escape the fingers of those who dare…
Homes shattered and send into oblivion…
children seeking the comfort of safety in a cardboard box on the street…
Lean on us and do trust the words we speak in this great Union…
forgotten is, that the poor always pay the fare to those who are greedy…
The revolution is always coming from below…
I now ask of all of you to join me in this quest…
Come with me and there is something I want to show…
it really does not matter if you go east or west…
Shining glas reflecting the truth of wealth…
How does it feel to see people without a home…
Exploiting the last of their health…
and don’t care because you roam…
An engaging, introspective poem,
A coruscating and mordant critique of contemporary society.
EDITORIAL FOOTNOTE:-
Interesting use of the spelling of ” Glas” as opposed to the English version “Glass”. It is entirely correct,editorially, to recognise its intrinsic validity in this poem.