After purloining coins
you earned from birth,
And promising to use
taxes for schemes
To build for you a
paradise on earth.
So now your mature
future seems threatened
By the greedy grasp
of alleged leaders.
They bribed you, with a pittance they beckoned –
Meagre payments explained
by their meters.
Once you stood in throngs
of true believers,
When you were spit
polished, strong and youthful.
Only gifted hands were
on the levers
And you thought that
you too could be useful.
But those first
dreams were dashed and then some more
Yet you resisted
and persisted still
‘Til your hopes
were washed up on sorrow’s shore
Below winners’ triumphs
upon the hill.
So now you can see they were crooks and fools
And you were not a
member of their clubs.
You were a sharp chisel
amongst blunt tools
But
they spurned your carvings with only snubs.
All
that is left is rest and slow decay
With
others who fear their covetous rage.
You
know they wish you dead or gone away -
For
they will axe support for your old age.
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