Content warning: drug use and strong language
The homeless on the street
broken and downtrodden
the people walk by
on the cities forgotten
Millionaires live it up
in their multi-room mansions
a life of fancy cars and
the latest runway fashions
Junkies rattling hoping to score
shooting up with needles
found on the floor
Politicians tell us we are
in this together
they are full of hot air
bluster and blether
The old and the elderly
can’t heat up their homes
they will die in their
chairs cold and alone
The upper classes
move further from the masses
all they see is the world
through their rose-coloured glasses
There should be moral
to this story
when life turns to shit
just smile
and don’t worry
Nice poem. I hope you’re ok, it sounds like you are the type of person who carries a lot of weight on your shoulders.
Also, not to be that guy (I am being that guy) but should it be ‘There should be A moral’ in the last stanza?