The Poor and Puffed Up Pockets
Global girth seems to gain all the time,
Giants garnering world's every dime,
The rich grab all the pie--
Why the poor poorer die
In the world, piling wealth's when no crime.
Fine, lemon you find sweet is sweat lime,
Nor crime-- your thoughts of ‘I’,
Go savour your sweet pie,
Pay heed not to puncture poor man's rhyme,
Listen to their sighs to spare a dime.
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The fight against inequality is not only making little progress but is losing ground. The rich one per cent is slated to control more than half of global wealth by 2016, says an Oxfam report. World’s 80 wealthiest pockets (85 in 2014) own $ 1.9 trillion, the same quantum shared by 3.5 billion poor. The poor are hurt in two ways: They get a smaller share of the economic pie, and due to extreme inequality, there is lesser pie to share. Every year the elite at Davos talk of good intentions and the poor in hope listen. The global elite gloss it over all the time.
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Happenings | 01.01.15 |
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2019
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