BEGGARS' LAMENT

So we have become categories -

Blocs of winners and losers -

Some cuddling empty glories

And others nursing their bruises.

And when we beg for compensation

It's just like a school examination,

But there are no sure texts to study -

Everything's moveable and muddy.

Meagre assistance comes with conditions -

Obligations, duties and prohibitions -

Sentencing the helpless to competitions,

Condemning the bereft to endless submissions.

For it is the bottom line that matters -

That sacred scorecard of narrow men

Whose humanity hangs in tatters -

Orwell's pigs have escaped another pen.