The rain falls
It’s dark and grey
As many obey rules
Many bills to pay
All playing catch-up
Or too far behind
As they move in a rush
Forgetting to relax, no time
Cutbacks constant
Yet money spent in millions
Not where it’s meant
As we’re fed to the lions
We’re told to buck up
We’re not doing enough
We’ve all been on the gravy bus
We don’t do much
Yet we’re struggling
While they sit fat
Clowning and juggling
Playing our lives like cats
We’re close to breaking point
Don’t they realise this?
As they trickle away our coins
And in the knife they twist
This is the real world
Don’t forget it
People are suffering in hell
While you eat and sleep fit
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Oct 11, 2012
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