Poverty sneaks
through her wet garment
on the terrace
she talks to herself cursing
the day she was born and left
to negotiate truths
of gender, sex and adulthood
in the middle class
one-room apartment
physical rigmarole
buries sick delight
hope of wellness
fast and Sunday mass
sink into dusk
and darkness eats
into her silence
--R K Singh
strange these people
with elevator out of service face ...
they would like to climb higher
but they stand still. In life...
Strange heart, Concorde face
people who would like to ascend to heaven
but who never realized the true height... of life...!..!
High class arrogant
and the middle class what is ?
amidst of mistakes
Hard to not be discouraged
When the world keeps getting in your face
Hard not to give up, give in
When you just can’t keep up the pace
More bad news
Another job lost
Just can’t keep up
With Rising costs
Not just me
It’s everyone I know
No one has answers
Or knows where to go
I want to make things simple
But my soul is too far in debt
I prayed to Jesus to help us all out
And as they say “Jesus wept”
I want to become a modern day Robin Hood
Rob the rich to give to the poor
But I’m not quite sure how to find them
Gated villages don’t allow door to door
Life isn’t fair has gone beyond cliché
Struggle seems to be the norm
Seems like even the good days
Merely disguise the ugly storm
The new middle-class
I’m making a soup the house smells of garlic
they tell me, in building, I use too much of this delicious onion
here in Portugal were all meals has garlic as an ingredient.
But I do as I please, they can close a window or off.
I do not belong here in an apartment building with snobs
who thinks they have reached, the middle-class status they?
Where striving to get a foothold.
There are three lifts two for people and one for cargo,
and workers I take that lift because it is mostly empty.
Many of the dwellers in this block are Portuguese and
have been working in France in a shared flat to save for
this, and kudos to them, but it is a mistake to look down
on the locals, by being rude; you are a stuck- lot
remember where you came from.
Woke or woken?
I am a middle-class player
So some politicians say
Not in so many words
But in their interesting way
You’ve heard it, haven’t you?
The ravings of some pure, enlightened and woke capital-city greeny
So our deputy ruler said
At least I am not brain dead I thought
Caught between reality and their world
Woke I guess to their untruths
Where disbelief governs
And smothers all others
Including me, and you
Their coven accepts no members without money
Millions give way to billions
We wage earners know our place
And live our lives resigned to a space
That contradicts our daily life
I must be off my face
Such words are madness are they not, woke greenie?
Just a middle-class thinker
Who hankers for a world
Of democracy where we workers run the joint
And share the wealth we create
With love, not hate
It is too late perhaps
But what would I know?
A pure, enlightened and woke capital-city greeny
I wear your insults as a badge of pride
There is nowhere to hide, politicians and the billionaires
We care, they do not
Get rid of the lot
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David Cameron and The Middle Class Lass
She was ‘ordinary’, ‘middle class’ a ‘one of us’ kind of lass
Or at least that’s how she was presented through the rose tinted glass
And the message that was there was hope for us all
That we too could go to the ball
And we watched and watched and waited and waited
And she even earned the nick-name ‘Waitie Katie’
But somehow despite this perfect vision
We weren’t allowed to hear
Because when she spoke it was loud and clear
That this middle class lass
The one we had only spied through the rose tinted glass
Was nothing of the sort
(And thinking for oneself is something that we are no longer taught)
Then the lone voice of Hilary Mantel spoke
And it seemed like the window was about to be broke
But her saviour, Mr Cameron, did not wait
Or hesitate
He knew just what to do to preserve the myth
He simply called her Princess Kate.
You look down and see
There are lot of people with out proper meal
On the street beg children
Thousands of people without sanitation
And you take a pang
In your mind always moves a plan
How to develop
How to uplift them
And you live nearer to them,
Just above their rung
They look up and see you
And call you all the bad names
But the crux of the fun is that
They all like to be like you middle rich man
But the opposite happens
When you look up
And see those fantastic men
Who rides the uppermost rung
With wonder you find
For you there is no sympathy
Rather they look at you frowning down
overworked cog in capitalism’s ever-quickening pace
bastard son of middle class
dressed in proper trappings
yet blinded
by economy’s firestorm
little chance to tie my proper shoes.
Middle Class Retirees. (Algarve)
When she gets up her husband has gone to the golf course, she drinks
a cup of weak tea and has a toast without butter. Then the grooming
begins it takes hours, hair, nails the right dress to choose, takes time;
after all she is going to meet the other ladies and they are a critical lot.
She drives her white Mercedes and tries to park as close as possible
near the café, when she enter there are kisses, big smiles and furtive
looks how the other ladies are dressed, colour combination and so on.
They all have long decorated nails this indicated they have a maid to
do the dishes; they chat is about film stars and others in the news and
how they dress. The ladies eat cream cakes and forget for a moment
about dieting. This séance last about two hours and is the highlight of
ladies day. She drives home, changes her frock, makes a meal for her
hubby just home and suntanned from his golfing, and tells him to take
a shower since they are going to an art exhibition at eight.