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
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