Majestic Lords Poem by Phil J Hambling

Majestic lords decree
Harvesting the bounty of their own salvation
And watch you scrape your self respect back up from the pavement
As the cold water bursts through from the dam of reality
The headlines hold the outrage
The road spills out the rush rage
The shopping bag is full
But the mind is empty
The one percent gleam in the horn of plenty
The old woman stumbles
And the city crawls
To the merciless beat
Of the winning few
And the big defeat