Why Poverty?
Because it is the product of wealth.
Before enterprise took, we were all nearly
the same, some had authority but we
tasted the same wine, of course, it was vile
but it was there and it was shared
everyone was important, are these the days
we hark back to when we saw the poor burn
a few folded pocket warmers
from a safe distance
When they were granted
a few golden tickets to secret clubs
all the private privilege
to haunt and bore away
whether it was
trade union or Masonic Lodge
it’s the strong arm against the thinker
it is muscle against the planning for winter
it is the builder of houses and that of dreams
collections of illusions
as we became civilisations
those that could
committed crimes
murder, slavery, spreading disease, poisoning, neglect
they put us in boxes and wrapped them in gun cotton
their ritual sacrifices show how they
protect us from fear
We choose liers and they ensure we never
taste the wine reserved for them
schools are vehicles and business the juggernaut
we can continue to live like this
we can continue to live
under their yoke
their magic