Posted on October 13, 2012


Our day starts usually with work
for eight hours a day
Then home and food
before bed at the end of play
Bills for food, heating
and the like
All these rising
in enormous hikes
Politicians fight
over scraps
Ignoring us all
full belly’s they have
All this a constant
Mixed with wars
and suffering for which we pay
Will there ever be change
at all?
Will they hear our
Constant call?

Posted in: Poetry