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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The mighty line their pockets, And the workers pay the price. Racing along in the jaws of the rat, As we fight for moral life. Wrongs no longer righted, Paying through the nose. Suffering for a wealth of greed, As apprehension grows. Domino’s standing in a row, Just waiting for that push. Not knowing when it’s coming, Left dangling on a hook. Heads just above the water, Braced for more to come. Working harder paying more, Subsidising on and on. Swallowing the lies no longer, We're seeing what is true. The freedom of choice is dwindling, There’s nothing we can do. The safety net has long since gone, Leaving broken and shattered trust. A nation with fading identity, Slowly grinding into dust. What once made us who we are, Disappears each passing day. As rules and regulations change, Human rights are stripped away. Feared to voice opinions, Lest we’re branded for our views. Seemingly cornered, no way out, Hoping we make it through. The worst around the corner, And so much more to come. Take it on the chin, stiff upper lip, Left to bravely soldier on? The mighty fall eventually, A cycle that time has repeated. The price is high for working man, As resources are depleted. A lump in the throat of the future, And what awaits us there. For those we chose to lead us, Line their pockets, is that fair? Too blind to see, with carrot dangling, And now we pay the price. In a crazy suffocating mess , Just another day in paradise. ©.L.Kelly
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