A Day of Reckoning

Wood for glass the shop fronts hide in poster covered shame And paper blows like tumbleweed in streets bereft of blame The constant dustbowl winds of change howl ‘business now decamped’ As recession pounds familiar grounds, and poverty dims the lamps. Dirty streets, and closed down stores, a death toll marks their time While apathy and bankruptcy, like blood clots, choke the chimes. And rubbish stands like castles, on the corners of our towns, as politicians preen and pose, deluded circus clowns. Now mongrel dogs have made their homes in what was once a town, And cardboard box housed winos vie, to establish building ground. The junkies and their dealers, have made this place their own, where Councillors and lawmen, dare not look or roam Our bankers sit in glass front vaults to count their plundered wealth and turn blind eyes on ransomed gold, acquired by clever stealth Captains of Trade and Industry, what’s leave you in your wake Remember France, Remember bread, for we will not eat cake So have a care and listen, to the wind of change that blows For each man in his own field, reaps the fruit of what he sows Look long and hard at what you’ve done, on all that you have grown So you can’t say, upon that day, if only I had known